Antitune - Draft 02 lyrics

Welcome the strange doctor, diagnosing Pagliacci's chronic dysthymia And timing the acute anxiety to strike, So it's pricier A pig farmer doing wetwork for Big Pharma, flipping kickstarters and Pinching Lincolns to get farther/ see those money grubbing, good for nothing But a script, logistic tipping Pinkertons be meddling with my objections to this sh** Call it my inner conscience conversing with Gods beyond this body I'm confident Wellbutrin wouldn't render me better Relative terminology cast away to the wayside, Imma wade in these waters Children and bob for the knowledge/before I rest on the patent pleather accoutrements Offered I'll kick my feet on the ottoman,counting goats because sheep are for pussies Push me, I'm feeling like McMurphy after 30,000 volts My brain is mushy, I called my bookie, I told him that I'm all in on the joke Cause when I sleep my life is kushy with these loop dreams It's Groundhog Day and I'm eating poutine, talking to groupies, gawking at loosies Jog in they Newbies, it's the routine, at the root of my rudiment I scribble on looseleaf May not look beast but I got the juice B, that's me on your newsfeed f** the hypebeasts, tag Fish on your IG when you post that heinie He want them legs and breasts in a light creme with Pinot Grigio and a rice steam With bloody Ice Creams from curb stomping these corn balls tryna get hyphy Vibing to those buck beats like Stymie to your Buckwheat A less credited progenitor getting better as sediment settles to the bottom of his gut Cause he eat dirt and burp carbon/ breathing life into an air space of static, I'm Virgil Hawkins grabbing at trash can lids, playing hero and winning Oscars Yeah, act like you know me or get off my street of opioids, sloppy with the wakizashi Chopping you shinobi toys/ I'm listening to Nujabes, ya'll bumping to Los Lonely Boys That's why I put the latex on my hands, these prints are ghostly boy I'll radiate the lambda changing deltas into barren wastelands And raise the spirit of Gojira just to decimate your cities with these witty barbs Your biddies get my stiffy hard, particularly, that dime you keep upon your arm because She caught the dino and de-note how to deep throat and squeak like Kuriboh, in a peacoat With a vest strapped to her chest full of kilos for the dreamboat, you know the stilo The piece that'll spread cheeks for raw libido, run the one train on Migos And say she did it all for a C-Note/ I've got a problem, an addiction for turning Mary Magdalenes to practicing cabaret fanatics that get wet when they hear me cackling I'm dragging my reputation to Hell in the hand basket that carried all the eggs I been stacking since I got nice, these lights are bright when I catch floaters, shudder and pa** over the past hour and a half/ And I'm still on my shrink's sofa f**,I feel like I'm my own enemy Smiles, filling files for the remedies Next week, same time, same dilemma, these d** keep me awake forever Forever.I'll be wasting away forever, forever, I'll be wasting away forever