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

1]

I slip in parties as nearing the end
They all "The this? Nobody invited him. Who?"
But it's so far along and most
While I bum booze and low key I peak
Then they meet this slightly confident me
You I rap, obviously
I it to myself, though, most days
But tonight, I go over and I tell 2
They "dude, spit some lines"
I'm "no... okay, fine, check it, hold my phone
I'm to go in, uh, uh"
Yo, I hold the most trash rhymes out of
Granted, the planet of rappers shootin' for
Still they me somehow
I'm
They swear all the best, that's why I shoot low
rows of lyricists flow so serious, bound to fake crowns
So, if they're up, yet fallin' to ground
Maybe if I aim down blow up
dumb I know
I'm very
I talk a lot in rap and I don't know how to talk about but me (fuck)
doesn't fit the party trap that all of them be on
I you ain't following along, oh gosh
I turn to them, "what you?"
They at me, "what about us?"
I my head, "what do you do?"
One hits the blunt, attacks his chest, the like
"We do this", but talkin to no one
I left 4 minutes earlier, Shyamalan, ha

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

2]

I slip in funerals to a bit
Snooze the corpses, the only one to wake from it
Feelin' right alive as everyone cries, pretends not crying
Then says bye, they got a life
10 out of 10 glad it isn't fucked too
And I just I'm making fun of dead folk (whoops)
Well, what are ya do?
Nah, for real, what you do, bitch!
—Oh my god, I'm
I didn't... I'm... I'm the
I slip in costume, head to the Oscars,
Approach sayin' I'm one dude from Always Sunny
But a comedy, they say
over 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, they're
Humor at expense?
I lost my of too much and not enough
Maybe I'm both, Schrodinger's
If you don't hear me after 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 won't get no
I ain't hand out no invitations
And is too exclusive
Like, I ain't included
So fuck it, we don't no invite, no

3]

I slip into the rap game, rapping
So badly, over beats, attracting
My track team from my young school
Go (shh)
I slip a sleep so deep, sometimes
My cease to be, it's just my mind
And these on loose leaf
A search and find for
A maze, I write
Never been the one, I to none
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 site videos, I'm to spit
But not to cum like dick in site videos
I wish I was wiser than a owl, Willawaw
neck like chicks 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, I've from the water, was under, shitty
Now my intent's to set to CD's

So, that 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 a single one of these)

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