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

1]

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

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

2]

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

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

3]

I slip into the rap game, rapping
So badly, over beats, attracting
My track from my young high school
Go (shh)
I slip into a so deep, sometimes
My eyes cease to be, it's just my
And words on loose leaf
A search and for meaning
A maze, I write
been the one, I bend to none
The wrong to thumb
No of Trump (fake tunes!)
I crumble drums, correct, I
The lungs of fuck-wit's, I puncture
My and wit, the wick, I lit
Enlightened, dumb, and
A in dull attire, I'm tired
As dick in porn site videos, I'm quick to
But not to cum dick in porn site videos
I wish I was wiser than a owl, Willawaw
Workin' neck like in porn site vid—I'm kiddin'
Like kids, a box of
in, there's 2 of them, I quit
I in where I'm
to, no label eyein' me
Lately, crawled from the water, was under, shitty
Now my to set fire to CD's

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

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