I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz
Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless
And when you niggas realize that we all can't be in your fuckin reflection
Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,
The birds i knew flip birds
Drumming, and processing these words
Pissed off images not my reflection
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Shout out bobby on hundreds
No grief into these words
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