What Are You Made Of?

too much time looking at the specs and the happenings back in the rear view mirror
cozy sitting upside down king flipped throne in a personal theatre
i flipped the mirrors and suddenly all this shit became clearer
deal or no deal with the cards you're dealt what you made of? this is where the plastic people melt

done losing sleep and upset hearts to things that don't matter
i'll tear through everything until my blood floods these streets
truth lays out i'm not afraid of dying
as a matter of fact i'll let my ghost roam these streets

i feel like i'm in a corner searching for the corner of a round room
tossing subpar ideas off the wall roll around pile up they all blew
i think about starting to think of thinking what can i do
making moves to be moving wondering what's worth wondering to get through

my only escape becomes the back of my lids and 11 on my headphones
everyones on my case my back my dick my toes and then some
i flipped the mirrors and suddenly all this shit became clearer
deal or no deal with the cards you're dealt what you made of? this is where the plastic people melt

what are you made of?

done losing sleep and upset hearts to things that don't matter
i'll tear through everything until my blood floods these streets
truth lays out i'm not afraid of dying
as a matter of fact i'll let my ghost roam these streets

til my blood floods
until my blood floods these strees

i'll let my ghost roam
i'll let my ghost roam these streets

i'll let my ghost roam these streets