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I slip into a track like it's a
often 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 this? Nobody him. Who?"
But it's so far and most gone
While I bum and low key till I peak
Then they meet this slightly more me
You I rap, obviously
I keep it to myself, though, most
But tonight, I go over and I tell 2
They "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 shootin' for
Still they contest me
I'm
They swear they all the best, why I shoot low
Cause rows of flow so serious, bound to fake crowns
So, if they're up, yet fallin' to ground
if I aim down I'll blow up
It's dumb I
I'm self-indulgent
I talk a lot in rap and I know how to talk about anyone 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?"
look 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
Cause I 4 minutes earlier, Shyamalan, ha

Hey, true story though,
We all there
Hey, you know where else we've have...
Ugh,

2]

I slip in funerals to a bit
Snooze among the corpses, the only one to from it
Feelin' alive as everyone cries, pretends they're not crying
Then bye, they got a life still
10 out of 10 glad it isn't them too
And I realized I'm making fun of dead folk (whoops)
Well, are ya gonna 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, to the Oscars, money
Approach sayin' I'm that one dude from Sunny
But a comedy, they say
over in la la land—wait
I they in the moonlight
I'm buggin', my bad, we all had a
'Cept some of the staff, I'm
But they probably turnt, they're good
at who's expense?
I lost my sense of too and not enough
Maybe I'm both, Schrodinger's
If you don't hear from me after the
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
I ain't 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, whack beats, attracting
My team from my young high school
Go (shh)
I slip into a sleep so deep,
My eyes cease to be, it's my mind
And these words on leaf
A search and find for
A mean maze, I
Never been the one, I to none
The wrong button to
No of Trump (fake tunes!)
I drums, correct, I come
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 site videos, I'm quick to spit
But not to cum like dick in porn videos
I wish I was wiser than a fake owl,
Workin' neck like in porn site vid—I'm kiddin'
kids, a box of sand
They're in, there's 2 of them, I
I slip in I'm
to, no label eyein' me
Lately, I've crawled the water, was under, shitty
Now my to set fire to CD's

So, that could be 2 ways
It could be heard as CD's or it 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
Cause I hand out no invitations
And this is too
Like, I ain't even
So it, we don't need no invite, no