[Verse 1: bedsidebloom]
I'm languid both in wordplay and anxious mental nerve states
I make breakfast on Thursday, cornflakes and tofu turkey
Apron with the syrup stains, maple, also the purp drank
When rappers get it backwards, I might curbstomp them firstface
And laugh, like "How's the dirt taste?"
If presidents are worth praise just based on their residence, I'll put on my Nixon tee
Start a controversial shirtgate
Carbon in the earth, wait!
Choppin' firs on earth day
Hoppin' on the train to catch an earful of slurs, yay
Estrogen in these veins
Endocrine's like "mmmmm, thanks!"
I'm the philosoqueen Socrates wet dreamed about
Actually, it was Plato but I paid no mind, wasting time
Waiting for fresh leaves to sprout

[Verse 2: atlas]
Yeah
I'd say I tend to take the scenic route
By that I mean I'm panicky often and never leave the house
So you won't really see me out
Until you see me out
David v. Goliath, prying silence from behemoth's mouth
Then rehash ad absurdum
'Til the glass past the curtain cracks
Envious enby lurking
Miscreant, missing person
Flimsy and topsy-turvy
Tempted to drink unto the brink of nausea
The clink of saucers on mugs from a neighboring home
Barely perceptible within this grave I made in my own
I've grown accustomed to the hushed facade of laying alone
Pretend to sleep for seven hours while I play with my phone
I'm rarely presenting femme because I don't want to die
Scared of the bitter end whenever closing my eyes
Don't make breakfast anymore because I struggle to eat
And they say dysphoria is tough to believe
Whatever