Nine Clouds (Prod. Hella)

(Verse 1)
The chronicles of an insomniac
After I show them they reflection they don't want me back
Adolescent ways of life make your mommy mad
We be radioactive from all the bombs we had
Caffeinated but she sweeter than that dream I cast
Recuperating from all of the little times we smashed
I ain’t green I ain't buff but I'm down to thrash
Never tell me I’m not loaded ima snatch that cash
I'm like Alice I'm wandering through the palace
Abolishing all the malice who tryna sip from the chalice
Eternity is a challenge for any person with status
Just Rub it off and return they wanna remove a callus
Legal aged young lad in the industry
Can't even sip a little beer or the Hennessy
In purgatory but nobody gon remember me
Im chilling out just wondering where my friends would be
This long road has never brought out the best of me
Did it myself while I was looking for the recipe
I swear this image in my head keep on testing me
The ink blots keep floating over recklessly
Hallucinating chloroform the bigger picture
When they taking all the souls they take your misses and your mister
They just shake it up a bit when they be messing with the richter
French girl with the way that you depict her
Foggy mirrors when you drowning in that warm blood
Killed a generation of photoshoppers that formed us
In these walls I travel the gravel just like a tour bus
When they ask for less of themselves they ask for more us
A generation of music just to produce us
Tighter when I dropped that neck just like a noose does
Takes a little more than that gas just to boost us
Speeding past the enemy's whip turnt to loose dust
I told my sister that her couch be looking comfy
Ima grab all my belongings then I move across the country
Ima try to tell myself that ima make it into something
When my wallets getting bigger ima take it ima run it
I take some other play words and I publish it
I don't need a mediator or a publicist
All I ever really needed was my two wrist
One to hit the upload and one to rub up on your bitch
In my belly there's some deli I don't know rick
I be munching these rappers after a slow rip
I’ve been under the radar just like below hip
I always spit but never asking for no dip
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