as the days drag along

Yeah, ayy

Y'know, it's felt like a while

I feel disconnected

The nature takes me in

Yeah

 

As the sunshine glistens from my glass-molded eyes

The deer jumps on the lily pads and passes old cries

The hunter shoots as the forest glows in glory

My eyes taking euphoria in as if it was a horror story

Envisionin' me hijacking circadian rhythms of a shootin' star

Rolling stones, cries tackle my weighted in schisms when I'm losin' hard

Pupils dilated, fireflies set off the wild wood

Nomads approach as I get stunned by my childhood

I wish a while good, as I approach, I'm covered in a mere susbstance

As the fungi approach my vision as if an army has taken my years convict

So preposterous of you to suggest, when armies of ants takin' cheese from Bucharest

Sun starts to show up, gang signs get thrown up

Mixed in the bowl and laced into the grown-ups

We lookin' at the shootin' stars, makin' a wish

Young rebel in the system, we just eight little kids

So as the days drag along and the verse gets deeper

The ears vibratin' from the words of a speaker

The words hydratin', this a lesson without a teacher

The bell without a ringer, the pen without paper

Our words go farther and our souls can wait for later

This what you all dreamed for, the grand opening, huh?

Bet this album flops and come back ten years and it goes hard

The sun rises up and the sunset could blind 'em

The horrors of the night has gotten a lot lighter

The Black Sheep of a string of goats inside the system

The lighter fluid way too thin to explode us all in this one

You need a rap verse spit by the bravest of men

The courage that carries us morphed into a pen

They all tellin' me "Why don't you care about props"

'Cause I can still have a couple and I'm still on top

This ain't no boastin', this chance of me is one in a million

Of a million little children with no fathers to begin with

Yeah

 

Ayy, turn it up

channel 201, static, yeah