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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 minds acute

1]

I slip in as it's nearing the end
They all "The fuck Nobody invited him. Who?"
But so far along and most gone
While I bum booze and low key I peak
Then they meet slightly more confident me
You know I rap,
I keep it to myself, though, days
But tonight, I go and I tell 2 guys
They like "dude, 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 out of everyone
Granted, the planet of shootin' for none
Still they me somehow
I'm
They swear all the best, that's why I shoot low
Cause of lyricists flow so serious, bound to fake crowns
So, if they're aimin' up, yet fallin' to
Maybe if I aim down blow up
dumb I know
I'm self-indulgent
I talk a lot in rap and I don't how to talk about anyone but me (fuck)
This doesn't fit the party trap that all of be on
I pray you ain't following along, oh
I to them, "what about you?"
look at me, "what about us?"
I my head, "what do you do?"
One hits the blunt, attacks his chest, the others
"We do this", but talkin to no one
Cause I 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 to sleep a bit
Snooze the corpses, the only one to wake from it
right alive as everyone cries, pretends they're not crying
Then 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 dead (whoops)
Well, what are ya do?
Nah, for real, you finna do, bitch!
my god, I'm kidding
I didn't... I'm... I'm the
I slip in costume, head to the Oscars,
Approach I'm that one dude from Always Sunny
But a comedy, they say
over in la la land—wait
I mean in the moonlight
I'm buggin', my bad, we all had a
some of the staff, I'm sure
But they were probably turnt, they're
Humor at expense?
I my sense of too much and not enough
I'm both, Schrodinger's mutt
If you don't hear from me the drop
It's I made it, but also I didn't and I'm broke (clever)
And dead but alive—(yup)
(They get the reference)
(Fuck)

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

3]

I slip the rap game, while rapping
So badly, over whack beats,
My track team from my young school
Go (shh)
I slip into a sleep so deep,
My eyes cease to be, it's my mind
And words on loose leaf
A search and find for
A mean maze, I
Never been the one, I bend to
The wrong to thumb
No of Trump (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 knight in attire, I'm tired
As dick in porn site videos, I'm quick to
But not to cum like dick in porn videos
I wish I was wiser than a fake owl,
Workin' neck like chicks in porn site kiddin'
kids, a box of sand
They're in, 2 of them, I quit
I slip in I'm
to, no label eyein' me
Lately, I've from the water, was under, shitty
Now my to set fire to CD's

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

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