im an astronaut, with that space heater laser, ray gun mind state. chasin’ shadows, I'm pan peter neverland, i got cake and im too late for the harvest i cant reap what i sowed said im slow, straight retarded pay no mind t’what they told. spit italicized and bold iced out fish bowl, snow globe tussin space, thats my home aint been back in a while though an im lost up in my zone youngins tryna get me gone stuck in this daydream so long that i just wanna rest my bones Pyrex, rap game James Earl Jones, If you ain’t talkin’ money, don’t be callin’ my phone. All these clones bickerin’, call me crazy, But they be wack, call me young white Jay-z Hades born, floatin’ down the river Styx, On some sick shit, spit writtens from my tongue tip. Crashed whip, stick shift, i can’t drive that shit, Cocaine nose drip, back of my throat with Two packs of cigarettes, one that im smokin’ Ash on the dashboard, glock fully loaded. Blunts in the ocean, im cheifin’ underwater, Wet as fuck from the dust, gave myself a brain disorder. Ain’t nobody goin’ harder, im a mother fucking diamond Got a dime in the front seat, three in the back seat. Y’all know im still the pale skinned Biz Markie Out in traffic, pookie pipe of 2C-B. i jump on it like apache best keep walkin' past me. all these flabbergasted bastards say i spit it stupid wicked flippin' bics im on a mission to get twisted but the a.b.v. of malt liquor’s too low so now im sober sittin’ im with it with it without a thought in my mind suddenly remember windows ’95 and now im sweepin’ mines ..(i) beat beginner couldn’t get past intermediate smug ass smiley face laughin’ at how im wasting time. ..Damn, look at me full grown, Call me an adult, but ya boy ain’t responsible. Change the game like an audible, Perpetrate dumb shit, pop trunk on a constable. Syrup in the top ramen bowl Teriyaki lean, so you know the chickens movin’ slow. Nowhere to go, i get gone Rollin chron for the fam, posted up with that false zen. I dunno where the soul goes when it ends, Most people got an idea, but its all pretend. Lost again, everybody piss me off, Two shots to the dome, and i can’t walk.

Don't mind me and my existential crisis Twice its been mentioned but now I think I'm mike Tyson Ridin a bison with no license through the central plains A lame still readin that Steinbeck, yeah, "of mice and Men, might as well give 'em that cold shoulder again Straight pretend sociatial norms are something I don't comprehend And I'm still spillin apple juice on the floor of every hall 'Cause for some reason I think my life was based on Adams song Keep movin along until I'm way gone The rap game chubby manning pay-ton Literally no patience for anyone I wait on That's probably why I'm the rapper everyone sleep on Fuckit, my team strong as titanium So I be Marsha if we talkin Brady bunch And I got George glass in my contacts Like "sure jan" bitch you best step back movin bricks, the kid playin' Tetris. game boy color, ridin’ ‘round in the lexus. globalized nexus, i stays connected, faded wall flower, looking stupid when you flexin’. cool testin’ the boundaries that surround, always down, turn’t up, right clique left ‘em pounds. tarnished silver crown, on my head above my frown, with some wisdom never found, when you six under the ground. and it sounds like you full of it, my clever wit incomparable to the vacant space where ya brain is. there my lane is, imma stay in it, haters get nothing but a sideways glance and cold shoulderin’ hold ‘em in, feelings that i really aint fuckin with, till that shit blow and i fall off like a bowlin’ pin. always zen, OG of apathy, you know its him, ESLB Doubt, unknown location (low..kay-shun) focusin’ my mind like a laser, light saber ill get you chopped, darth vader, crusader caped, im bruce wayne gettin’ racks so i guess that makes you robbin’, when you got it hit me back