Whysir - Imaginary Friends lyrics

[Intro Whysir] Hold on Before we start this one I I've gotta check my twitter and instagram real quick Okay we're good Lets do this [Verse 1] Multiverse is my b**h: Astral project A lot of progress since my last project A wiser man does more And talks a lot less Smoke reefer till I clear the room Or the rooms potless If you see them looking at me Tell them they don't want this It's the dabbing rapping skating phenom non anonymous I'm super cool but fragile dipsticks Act insulted on some dumb sh** And real seekers know with growth I been synonymous so they bump this I get played for for their baby mamas Daddies and their cousins I'm the emcee on dmt auntie couldn't get enough of The hookup if you want something To bump and shake your cupboards Been to the spirit world and peered at worse things out Than most would run from To the the fake friends: Sam Beckett Over all of them; leaps are quantum They change like the autumn leaves I'm ahead and leading all them It gets deeper: I see through their eyes They realize they're falling As seasons wane they swap display Now colors match their calling I'm sifting through the grime and grit And vaping flower pollen I'm 2 plus 2 times 2 legit I'm six see and they want me So don't get caught Sleeping Or playing games you know I'm awesome Go download both my mixtapes Then act good like Alec Baldwin [Hook] If You find yourself hanging on a cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho [Verse 2] Been Popping caps and rapping So much room to improve I'm talking psilocybin fungus Taking shrooms in the booth Take me to a new dimension Maybe show me some truth Share my visions with the people They need knowledge that's new Waiting for cosmic alignment I get centered like noon Both hands up toward the heavens More like 10 and 2 Elevating my mind while having a hell of a time doing it And you'd instagram the last good meal you ate Just to prove you did In good with s**y ladies Who just love and adore me You know the type who turn A trio breakfast date to an orgy Into my style Compliment it Won't take a forgery Love my penmanship And ask what they can do for me For the D I rhyme so tough, smart, neat, and crazy You couldn't rap any more week If you were all 7 days Slay the streets like p**y Ride concrete like waves Perfect audio confections For their ears to come taste They use the booth for confessions I use it as paste Between these thoughts interconnected Binding me to this place All but lost here And finding that the dislodged and displaced Can learn from each other with acceptance and patience This pent up pain Is my pen, paint, and paint pen The pallet I use? The air waves And the ways I can play on them And of course all the words I say And how thoughts can play off them But some will still draw distance Put up walls Or just take offense [Hook] If You find yourself hanging on the cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho [Verse 3] Write on paper in the moment Only in roman numerals Illegible Pa**ers by elbowing me Cuz I'm so humorous Bliss in people's ignorance: Chicken ramen noodles; They stay salty I don't fault them Use no caution with hubris Hold the comments Haley's comet Could just come back to get me I'm that interstellar rapper In the land of the hippies Dirty varmit spitting sonnets Circumstance may get iffy So I do front flips cartwheels hand stands For you to understand or get me Fandom forming Like a snowball Clear and cold as ice Walk through doors without the clearance Take out haters concisely No heaters We defeat them With words our weed and spice Armed to teeth to tease the weak emcees In disbelief , surprised And doused In their own medicine They 'eff' it up I'm infinite Can't catch a break Migraine headaches Get them acetaminophen See through them: Cellophane Stuck to sh** they meddle in I'm charging up, and blasting off And stealing moves like mega man Now you feel inspired? Well we're in dire circumstance Omega down to alpha From the fire To the frying pan World is full of liars And outliers with truth in hands Some hand it out Some lock it up Some always just sit in the stands Some adjust the TV set Cuz they can change the channel Or glaze over the sum of things Take on more than they can handle Some will sleep in Some will slip out Some will think that your an a**hole But in summary Something you don't need Are the fake friends and all their ha**les [Hook] If You find yourself hanging on the cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho