Flew To The Moon

I flew to the moon to recover my soul

I traded with stars, all I had was gold

That was in my system

All I want to do is glisten, I just want to shine

I has to climb craters to get my stars to align

But pride got my Sun to collide

Now I dine with my regrets and threats at a table

You try to find Caydall behind a cloud of smoke, you're unable

Give niggas the hand, they'll cut off your fingers and back to you they point

Scared to flip my coin, 'cause I want to stay ahead

But we all need change then lose that change when you reach higher notes, get that bread

I need to stay fed so grab me another beat

Then all you niggas can kiss my ass cheek

Shooting stars looking over me at every angle

Another tangent with a gradient to stay stagnant

Demons whisper good thoughts, but I guess that's how fruit rots

God gave the "Do nots"

It takes two shots then your crew stop and splatter like a stew pot

It's too hot 'til you die young like Tupac

God gave me gifts, but I want a receipt

I should be scoring instead I rather concede and trip over my own feet

I'd take God back to the workshop, there's a couple things I need to delete

Like my insecurities and my anxieties

Like where's the purer me and the higher me?

I spit fire in my verses and shit

That's why when you listen to me rapping it feels like you burn for eternity, bitch

My cursive writing sends out curses and shit

I'm purging this, that's why rappers will end up in hearses and shit

Rappers got a window of opportunity, but I'm closing curtains with this

Textbook rhyme style, punchlines is all deadly

The universe is cold, I know

'Cause I flew to the moon to recover my soul