2 X Lusive

[Intro]

I slip into a track like it's a coma
It's often better, I guess I'm a loner
And I wait... for my time...
And my minds acute consciousness

[Verse 1]

I slip in parties as it's nearing the end
They all "The fuck this? Nobody invited him. Who?"
But it's so far along and most gone
While I bum booze and low key till I peak
Then they meet this slightly more confident me
You know I rap, obviously
I keep it to myself, though, most days
But tonight, I go over and I tell 2 guys
They like "dude, spit some lines"
I'm like "no... okay, fine, check it, hold my phone
I'm 'bout to go in, uh, uh"
Yo, I hold the most trash rhymes out of everyone
Granted, the planet of rappers shootin' for none
Still they contest me somehow
I'm dumb-founded
They swear they all the best, that's why I shoot low
Cause rows of lyricists flow so serious, bound to fake crowns
So, if they're aimin' up, yet fallin' to ground
Maybe if I aim down I'll blow up
It's dumb I know
I'm very self-indulgent
I talk a lot in rap and I don't know how to talk about anyone but me (fuck)
This doesn't fit the party trap that all of them be on
I pray you ain't following along, oh gosh
I turn to them, "what about you?"
They look at me, "what about us?"
I tilt my head, "what do you do?"
One hits the blunt, attacks his chest, the others like
"We do this", but he's talkin to no one
Cause I left 4 minutes earlier, Shyamalan, ha

Hey, true story though, right?
We all been there
Hey, you know where else we've have... been—what?
Ugh, dammit

[Verse 2]

I slip in funerals to sleep a bit
Snooze among the corpses, the only one to wake from it
Feelin' right alive as everyone cries, pretends they're not crying
Then says bye, they got a life still
10 out of 10 glad it isn't them fucked too
And I just realized I'm making fun of dead folk (whoops)
Well, what are ya gonna do?
Nah, for real, what you finna do, bitch!
—Oh my god, I'm kidding
I didn't... I'm... I'm the bitch
I slip in costume, head to the Oscars, money
Approach sayin' I'm that one dude from Always Sunny
But what's a comedy, they say
They're over in la la land—wait
I mean they in the moonlight
I'm buggin', my bad, we all had a laugh
'Cept some of the staff, I'm sure
But they were probably turnt, they're good
Humor at who's expense?
I lost my sense of too much and not enough
Maybe I'm both, Schrodinger's mutt
If you don't hear from me after the drop
It's cause I made it, but also I didn't and I'm broke (clever)
And dead but also alive—(yup)
(They get the fuckin' reference)
(Fuck)

[Chorus]

I ain't get no help up
So, you won't get no welcome
Cause I ain't hand out no invitations
And this is too exclusive
Like, I ain't even included
So fuck it, we don't need no invite, no

[Verse 3]

I slip into the rap game, while rapping
So badly, over whack beats, attracting
My track team from my young high school
Go Cougars (shh)
I slip into a sleep so deep, sometimes
My eyes cease to be, it's just my mind
And these words on loose leaf
A search and find for meaning
A mean maze, I write
Never been the one, I bend to none
The wrong button to thumb
No friend of Trump (fake tunes!)
I crumble drums, correct, I come
The lungs of fuck-wit's, I puncture with
My tongue and wit, the wick, I lit
Enlightened, dumb, and nit-picky
A knight in dull attire, I'm tired
As dick in porn site videos, I'm quick to spit
But not to cum like dick in porn site videos
I wish I was wiser than a fake owl, Willawaw
Workin' neck like chicks in porn site vid—I'm kiddin'
Like kids, a box of sand
They're in, there's 2 of them, I quit
I slip in where I'm
Able to, no label eyein' me
Lately, I've crawled from the water, was under, shitty
Now my intent's to set fire to CD's

So, that could be heard 2 ways
It could be heard as CD's or it could be heard as cities...
Cause... (cause it was a Godzilla joke)
(I am not selling a single one of these)

[Chorus]

Look, I ain't get no help up
So, you won't get no welcome
Cause I ain't hand out no invitations
And this is too exclusive
Like, I ain't even included
So fuck it, we don't need no invite, no