you cum rag
take a drag and toss it
you got it
you hot shit
you used up
drugged up cup turned to slut
to get by to get high
to stay fly
i get it
rather have your brain fry
i get it! i get it!
skating masturbating
degenerates have to stay faded
only way to make me not so jaded
always dehydrated never quite sated
peak of the trip
is this really it?
decapitated mouse in the trap with a gat and a note
huh bitch i guess he mispoke
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technical difficulties
my misery follow me everywhere
i ain't paying no train fare
voids as deep as acid trips in cosmo ships so hard he dips
feeling the shit im feeling this shit
im off a lonely spliff on delancey st
mobbin one man fleet
tryna keep it discreet
met up with lucy my third eye bugging
my ego shedding off my skin
copped a new one made of tin
outsider im dat nigga on mad gliders
self destruction overhead posted in afghanistan
my eyes tied dyed mandala breath got me closer to death
nine in the waistband bitch meet my demand
open the box inside your severed hand
job for you slob since you see fit to rob
slob on the knob like its corn on the cob
whips and chains yeah feel my slain
soul chillin in a moldy bowl
dopamine famine
black market dragon
death to he who dares to frame
slice a dame to score some lamebrain that make me feel not so lame
Experimental hip-hop from this New York rapper where knotty, introspective rhymes unfurl over expansive ambient production. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2023