[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I call the falcon down to level out with other players
Fool me once then hope to God the Father hears your prayers
He ordered a small bite, but got the shark platter
Scrutinized cause the white dwarf spitting dark matter
Well he's accusing the rest of the f**ing losers who
Using a rite of pa**age as seemingly clueless foolishness
But the application's arrogant, the dark heretics
Shroud the real glitches in their carapace
Crabby motherf**ers move around but not ahead
Molded by their firmness and molting of shells of lead
And to me, Hell's a bed, I've been hoping that the
Monster on the right wing is made up in the head
I've been nose diving, cruising to my d**h without direction
All the signs rusted over with these worthless interjections
Wishing first cla** sections got infections
Bars so fluid and hot we got convection
But he keeps bending backwards for the vixens
Hoping that a short fused spark could lead to friction
He listens but doesn't hear, the pa**age is very clear
Exodus should start but the sins are bound to steer
A buck can you f**ed if you have the right doe
But the headlights are probably replaced, if not owned
And be weary of the of the lure of the fragrant forest nymph
Every rose has its thorns, I can tell you, man, that sh**'s so
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Behold a break from the nullity of C coding whiplash
As a verse to observe diverse trick raps
Veins pretty prickly, kinda thick dickily
They think of twisted Christmasy curses to get rid of he
The wall sockets are shocked to see the fall of man
Quickly lose interest when the plug is back by pop demand
I put priority before the story even fanned
But here I am still talking to the crickets, man
That endless summer was the last time I talked to her
Lost a chance and a friend to sh**ty circumstance
That's why I'm staying indoors, to make the most of it
Comrades leave but my diction stays inordinate
Deplorable choruses and inadequate delivery
A student in his prime, but overnight that don't mean sh** to me
Spin myself to sleep the dizziness persists for several weeks
Wake up just as tired as I was when I done went to sleep
Acting coy like his future is untouchable
Looking psychopathic but his spirit is uncrushable
He used to hope he wouldn't live past 20 f**ing 3 but recently
He found prerogative in moving overseas
So caught in up the future he forgot to stay the current
And he don't listen to Future cause the purple make him earnest
He sips his gallon jug of water Mick be pushing constant
And soon he knows the only friction stopping him is knowledge
[Hook]
[Outro]
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