Saw morning with a weird feeling
Like my healing will be wilting
My head will always be tilting

Call me king tut
Sifting through rust to find a ingot
Depressed lyrics but you’re feelin fine fuckin sing it
Bloody hands dont know what im thinkin
Drinking vital facts
For you to set me back
Reeking from the sack
Too low too attack
But spent racks on defense
So commence to see the dividing I’ve been hiding
Got some supplying others eying aiwass holding above the law
No fuck the government was decent but now grievant
Tryna start a movement
But im glooming never improving just looming
Dreaming of blooming but speculation always consuming
Ceased creation sorry now im straining to fulfill an obligation with no hesitation cause this might save me from damnation

Piss out my will to live
Misgive cause so damn persuasive
Chug lean to feel pristine with the team
Yeah i mean ***** and ******
Rollin blow cause what else could knock me straighter
Now i feel greater then the inhalator
Instigators tryna grab me like a gator but
Stealthy call me the masquerader
Skaters having wagers with the neighbors
Got to pull up with the automatic God I can’t have it
But being dramatic causing fanatics no diplomatic not systematic just went ecstatic now they call me slick rick of the generation
Beckon carbine just to reckon
$ide$how gets some fun everyone else numb
I can’t fuckin take this this abyss looks like bliss
Maybe just a slight kiss and reminisce of when I remiss
Stuck on these planes but i strain and complain always abstain
Seeking pity is not a will of mine
I dont crave forgiveness from you swine
You think I shine but thats me at a recline