Verse 1 [Max Tringham]:
Minds all illusions, soberness is elusive
As lucidness is profuse in my dreams, leaving contusions
On brains bruised bullsh**ting my demons up off my roof and then
Chewin couple of rufalin, ram my fist through my uvula
Truth is the only use of my troubles is muses
Groovy f**er flew the coupe you can google him
Probably get a Pulitzer Prize soon, and then I go rule Jerusalem
Just a sullen rebuke from a dude zooted to Jupiter
Trying to remain in numbness, but every day I get flustered
Stumbling through stomping a slew of your thought bubbles
My thoughts get heavy, I'm sinking inside a submarine
Overwhelmed by the smell of my dead head's pungency
People get more treacherous, nebulous more devilish
Boy I'm android sent to deploy money trees
Money, trees
Honey, please
Got a second for my b**h but no time for a hoe see
Busy smoking potent meeting quotients on the low D
Overloading my nose with a dose of something I don't need
Poach the Holy Ghost but that motherf**er I don't see
Put a bullet in your skull from this gulley and watch your boat sink
Whip my whip, spit some sh** made of gold
So damn blunted probably run you off the road (Huh)
Put my f**ing bumper in a pothole
Little f**ing kid no muscle but a god soul
Bridge [Max]:
Message from the monster, I'm gonna wreck your Mazda
A bite up out that wheelbase'll get you thinking proper
Spitting only literal, never spittle no proverbs
Head spinning lemme just get a hit of that ganja
Hook [Max]:
In the desert, its one man survives
The one that's giving f**s- that's the f** that'll die
So get up my dungeon, your b**h on my side
Better worship, the person, that's giving you life (hoe.)
Verse 2 [Max]:
Oh god, the slurs of my burnt consciousness
Swerve a couple verbs, I hurry and curve off of them
Pure profits, that's all that I got, pocket of consonants hot
Lost them unfurling my heart properly, I
E collar these a** eating anomalies
Ollie off Apollo and body the verse properly
f** your hoe in a cottage and call you to boast- probably
f** off everyone sick of my god complex
Best rapper to ever enter your mind frame
Third eye shatter, allowing my mind to migrate
Through space, I take it one step at time
No gravity, package thee thoughts with these dope rhymes
My palace is full of casualties, actually it's your time
Keep my b**h in a sanctum, and I see her with closed eyes
Its all (uh) half past macabre
Sailing half mast through galaxies and the cosmos
Wondering where my mind go, pondering where the time go
I was awesome at this rap sh** for one month it's gone though
Huh. Put my f**ing bumper in a pothole
Little f**ing kid no muscles but a Gods soul