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

Hey, true story though,
We all been
Hey, you know where else have... been—what?
Ugh,

2]

I in funerals to sleep a bit
Snooze among the corpses, the one to wake from it
Feelin' right alive as everyone cries, they're not crying
Then says bye, got a life still
10 out of 10 glad it them fucked too
And I just I'm making fun of dead folk (whoops)
Well, what are ya do?
Nah, for real, you finna do, bitch!
—Oh my god, I'm
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 what's a comedy, say
They're in la la land—wait
I mean they in the
I'm buggin', my bad, we all had a
'Cept of the staff, I'm sure
But they were probably turnt, good
at who's expense?
I lost my sense of too much and not
I'm both, Schrodinger's mutt
If you don't hear me after the drop
It's cause I 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 won't get no
Cause I hand out no invitations
And is too exclusive
Like, I even included
So it, we don't need no invite, no

3]

I slip into the rap game, while
So badly, over beats, attracting
My track team from my young high
Go (shh)
I slip a sleep so deep, sometimes
My eyes cease to be, it's just my
And these on loose leaf
A search and for meaning
A mean maze, I
Never been the one, I bend to
The button to thumb
No friend of (fake tunes!)
I crumble drums, correct, I
The lungs of fuck-wit's, I with
My and wit, the wick, I lit
Enlightened, dumb, and
A in dull attire, I'm tired
As dick in porn videos, I'm quick to spit
But not to cum like dick in porn site
I I was wiser than a fake owl, Willawaw
Workin' neck like chicks in site vid—I'm kiddin'
Like kids, a box of
They're in, there's 2 of them, I
I in where I'm
to, no label eyein' me
Lately, I've crawled the water, was under, shitty
Now my intent's to set to CD's

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

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