Rosen - I Loved The Smell of Blockbuster lyrics

I stalk around with a grey sword and some beats All my demons have aortas and teeth I bring out my manual techniques when I've forgotten to breathe, I know you're Whole life's story with the swab of your cheek My city loves you like a college running back, my city Loves me like the dude that's teaching your summer cla** Solve it with addiction, solve addiction when you die I want to paint every image you envisioned in the sky All these rappers think is take and aquire, who knew I could break my psyche as a way to inspire I'm not a rapper, I'm a merchant with a caravan Like take the colorful pills and see where our awareness lands Get your microchip and wallet made from bison lips Create a charity for your bracket in the nine percent I'll be your friend, I'll even smoke your weed again Don't worry, I've got mine dude, my social sk**s are fine tuned I can't carve out a niche without borrowing shovels But I finally found my people in the hidden province of knuckles A nice song about struggle, it was really quite convincing I speak with a snide diction to fit in with other pretentious white children I found my life on hard drives, forwent all the archives To donate to Apple for more downloadable shark lives In practice I'm a mourning soul But I never did well as far as mornings go This is love, this is hate, this indifference This is great, this is jarring this is sad, and it's making me insane I was happy with the portions that I had Who said that disorder was bad Why does time move around me nonchalantly This is where David Foster Wallace brought me This is that rap everyone scoffs through This isn't rap, you're just talking dude I'm taking microdoses, talk about hyper focus Then I try to respond, but you to high to notice You spitting fire with the dryer open I started a laundered fire but now my supreme is sort of smokin' It's ok, it was probably a rep and I can't Stand the spaces in between Des the column of d**h This is more than rap, this is acknowledging stress This is the holloring, the hollow prize we hear from the depth People show love to my Soundcloud page When the probable even couldn't pronounce my name I only get real love for my art on the inter-web It's cool, I understand if you're not that interested Radio stations from a planet I can intercept But they're playing my music, it's seems to trigger d**h My bones are made from old pine cords Of course, I make all these rappers look up there signs You f**ing tauruses I mean personally, I'm an Aquarius But that shouldn't matter