[Intro]
Uh
Hahahaha
Yo it's atlas
Fuck cuh'

I been gone for a minute
I been gone for a minute
I been gone for a minute
But now I'm back
Now I'm back
Now I'm back
Now I'm back
Look

[Verse 1]
Look
I take it back to nice words
On the welcome mat
Absurd, and I seldom rap
You heard?
That's the eldest fact
Learn from what held me back
Burn till I'm hella smack
Big kid rapping you adjourn to a hella fat
Heaven sent, man
I grind on my cool crunch n'
Spit hot bars like school lunch
So full shush, renewed luck, get it?
Cracking cashew nuts
Tryin'a move up
And I'm just too stuck
Bruised up
Still fightin' battles of the past
It won't matter when I'm clashing
With the master of the gas
Mad had it with the raps
Gassed up, like the mask
On my way to the stacks
But I don't play for the cash
Planin' out my path
With the rays on the map
Throw a dart up at the atlas
And we'll stay where it lands
Run a-way from the sands
Of the hour glass passin'
Waiting for my time but
I'm an hour past classic
Get my damn ass kicked
Shit talk rhyming
With that tic-toc timing up
On my wrist watch shining
I been, lost a while now
And though im tryin' to find it
My head's never in the same
Place as my mind is
Fuck it
I'm either ahead or behind it
Severed head with a mind
The size of Einstein's
Flyin toward the iris
With a pine of papyrus
Covered in lyrical virus
Screamin' "the miracle's I
Bitch!"
Yeah they say I got talent
I don't see it, guess I'm eyeless
Cept' my third eye's open
Bright as a light in the night sky is
Open up please
Hopin' that I succeed
Focused on the luck but
Overdosed on what I must be
Just a little rubber ducky
Floatin' round in the past tense
They said I stole a car last night
Crashed it
Judge please it wasn't me, I've been framed
The only thing I've ever driven is myself insane
Selfless lame, with a dash of [?]
Grab a fuckin' mic and I'm magic somethin' like Merlin is
Murder kids
You ain't even fuckin' heard of this
The newer Peewee Herman with
A dash of Tc's Vernon kids
Yeah my future's odd
But my past is normal
And I'm dressin' casual
But I'm actin' formal
Rappin' wormhole
Im'a scare you with a laser
And surround you while European
Like America and Asia
Barely even amazed that
I stay with my bran' like raisin
You think I can handle fame?
Shit, I can't even handle ratin's
Fifty likes on a video have me way gone
And books of war's blowing up
Quick as a fuckin' a bomb
Wait mom
They can wait another day
I'll be shuttin' down the internet
On May 28th
That's when I'll be droppin' mummy
Like a clumsy archeologist
And if you got it early
Hit the party sarcophagus
Party hard, awkward kids
Is laughin' at me now
Nah, but you will not be laughin'
When it's out
Headed for the skyline
Captain of the scouts
I'll be watchin' the horizon
Flow dryer than a drought
Iris full'a doubt
Lately I been more stuck
Feelin' like im on one
Call me George Dub
Seein' more love so
Rev the Porsche up
We livin' life right
You been livin' more stuck
But of course bruh
A full course lunch
Six course dinner
Bank account torn up
Bored of the back hand
And rap scandal bastards
Who act like their visa cards
Maxed to the rafters
Back to the standards
Same couch and carpet
Still stay attached to the
Game like a cartridge
Snap chat bandit
And the ass grabber rappin'
For a cash stacks n'
Bad tracks stacked
On the castle floor
Your mouth full'a shit
What you got an asshole for?
You bite me to the apple core
Cut the bull like a matador
Got a whole fan base goin'
Back and forth
Like fuck it man
I'm actually bored
[Outro]
Nah I'm fuckin' around
I ain't bored
Hahaha
Shit
Outie
Peace