[Verse 1]
Underscore ____
Don't understand what we running for
Discuss the poor
And vegetables behind the frozen drawer
Closing for situations can't absorb
Leaning towards decisions made from bleeding form
Insisting on the make and type
Disclosing what she doesn't like
Learns from me to read and write
Man it's f**ing brutal
Scoop removal of the crucial pupil
They don't need approval
You confused and youthful
Discuss what's truthful
Pick and choose feudal tools like rocks and arrows
Friction of lots of scarecrows
Crowded in the room huddled round the tombstone
Cooling with your groom
He's been stolen
Chosen like the golden child
Scared screeching voice reach a mile
Disguised by his smile
Stack the back of the head in piles
Cry silence his eyes closed violence
Can't look or find it pick pocket reminding
sh** closed your mind in rewinding
Tales of Canterbury lying
[Verse 2]
Man..
It's a
It's a layup for the basket
Check my jacket for that racket
It's that cactus spin your axis
Rolling doobies on a tablet
b**h we blasted
NASA scratched it
Check your atlas
We pathless
Burnt Creme be the baddest
This madness is sadness
My head filled up with blackness
We dealing with some fascists
So if you don't inhabit the palace
You cla**less and sleeping is disastrous
'Cause you ain't got no mattress