Kuhmposure - Procrastination lyrics

Ive been chilling every day Exceptin procrastination even though its not the way (x4) I know i can't stay away from the craft Its an addiction, on the bus in the morning, even when im mourning, my soul is scorning, scorchin, poaching for the omnipotent, spears to my peers for the fears that I dare to address, yo My life is a mess in this current state, I should sedate, shouldn't date, harboring hate, say that i want mates, but all I'm seeing is fakes, for god sakes, just need a real friend, thought I found 1 Maybe 2, but sh** remains a mystery, Scooby Doo, gotta search for these clues, Blues Even if i was an inter-dimensional doctor, theyd still be saying "Who?" People dont get it if i go to quick They say im just shaving the surface Oh shick Thats a fallacy like me being happy In isolated instances its possible Evermore? Not probable nor plausible, my life ain't crop-able You can't minimize, it fabricates a disguise, but im disgusted in these guys that lie Constantly crusading imperiously, Constantine, my knowledge expands Like grains of sand over many lands This is a new era, adjacent hands Oh my damn, know thats the realest, if you can't feel this, you gotta be the vealist, imma seal this sh** right now, u a clown, imma king, lack a serotonin got me seeing things, differently, but i know imma depend on a page, a pencil, or pen, to amend over the next 1,080 kends Yes, till i can meet christ in the flesh And ask whats next, and why, and how, what was all the suffering worth now? Why do I feel like a blaow to the brain, and being insane, is underplayed, but still so lame! Ive been chilling every day Exceptin procrastination even though its not the way (x4) 2nd verse, gotta make it better than the first, we dont "Put em in a coffin" We put em in a herse, then suicide drive the calamity off a cliff, climb back up that precipice, thats a metaphor for life, I doubt i got it right, cause coming home to my parents fights Is the reason im up all night An insomniac, that could truely never be good at rap, because im not black God damn that sh** is wack, f** that Rap is poetry, and i put it in perpetual motion like the timeless times of the ocean, put my foes into a state of commotion, before I skin these motherf**ers alive, "it puts on the lotion" My notion is soon ill be coastin but resent boastin Ill become humble, will surely fumble But you know my intention to repent the devils retention before i receive my pension To god, I request to quit my quest of questions and adjure acceptation, institute inception, be the Purdue of perception, I just wanna give the listner everything I am, I just wanna slay beats like the summer of sam, I just wanna prove out of everyone, i was the hardest working man, and about other opinions, I never gave a damn