(You don't seem right, son, there's something wrong...)

[Verse 1: BVA]
Am I awake yet? See me listening to CDs on a tape deck
I can't hear no tune so I break west
Deranged insomniac that's also half narcoleptic
I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed
Who wrote the map? I don't trust nobody
Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me
Two faced secret screw face show you: "Go, buddy!"
Girls claimin' they'll like till to your seed, then they go scrubby
I'm still yawning, no beat, bring the pawn in
We brought the roaring, sing, a new day is dawning
Bacteria forming, it's human evolution
Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution
Go and get some troops then we'll have a word war
I slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born
Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice
Role with kings, but won't let none of us in the palace
Wonderland, butt fuck Alice, caught and ate the rabbit
I'm only as strange as your opinion can manage
Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative
I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff

[Verse 2: BVA]
I'm waking up again, probably still dreaming
Side effects' still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming
Trynna pack a bite like a baby that’s still teething
Bought a ticket from my sanity and said: Winning, as the train's leaving
Who the fuck needs a reason? For we did it for the right ones
Now I speak in fluent-diary of worst to right tons
Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it
Graft the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it
Probably crash soon, steer it clear of the white lumps and the black spoon
When they can't hear you like a vacuum
Is that doom?
Yeah, I've seen him coming, let's walk, don't start running
In fact I feel weak, let's start bunning
I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores
Queens on display, now I'm making a float like a carnival
Won't leave till I'm full or unnecessarily (bun-lits?)
Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had the Walsall thumb itch
More than one glitch definitely, I made that a damn-word and there's only hieroglyphics on my recipe
Can't see the future so I'm trynna get the best of me
I'll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me