Max Tringham - Submarine lyrics

Verse 1 [Max Tringham]: Minds all illusions, soberness is elusive As lucidness is profuse in my dreams, leaving contusions On brains bruised bullsh**ting my demons up off my roof and then Chewin couple of rufalin, ram my fist through my uvula Truth is the only use of my troubles is muses Groovy f**er flew the coupe you can google him Probably get a Pulitzer Prize soon, and then I go rule Jerusalem Just a sullen rebuke from a dude zooted to Jupiter Trying to remain in numbness, but every day I get flustered Stumbling through stomping a slew of your thought bubbles My thoughts get heavy, I'm sinking inside a submarine Overwhelmed by the smell of my dead head's pungency People get more treacherous, nebulous more devilish Boy I'm android sent to deploy money trees Money, trees Honey, please Got a second for my b**h but no time for a hoe see Busy smoking potent meeting quotients on the low D Overloading my nose with a dose of something I don't need Poach the Holy Ghost but that motherf**er I don't see Put a bullet in your skull from this gulley and watch your boat sink Whip my whip, spit some sh** made of gold So damn blunted probably run you off the road (Huh) Put my f**ing bumper in a pothole Little f**ing kid no muscle but a god soul Bridge [Max]: Message from the monster, I'm gonna wreck your Mazda A bite up out that wheelbase'll get you thinking proper Spitting only literal, never spittle no proverbs Head spinning lemme just get a hit of that ganja Hook [Max]: In the desert, its one man survives The one that's giving f**s- that's the f** that'll die So get up my dungeon, your b**h on my side Better worship, the person, that's giving you life (hoe.) Verse 2 [Max]: Oh god, the slurs of my burnt consciousness Swerve a couple verbs, I hurry and curve off of them Pure profits, that's all that I got, pocket of consonants hot Lost them unfurling my heart properly, I E collar these a** eating anomalies Ollie off Apollo and body the verse properly f** your hoe in a cottage and call you to boast- probably f** off everyone sick of my god complex Best rapper to ever enter your mind frame Third eye shatter, allowing my mind to migrate Through space, I take it one step at time No gravity, package thee thoughts with these dope rhymes My palace is full of casualties, actually it's your time Keep my b**h in a sanctum, and I see her with closed eyes Its all (uh) half past macabre Sailing half mast through galaxies and the cosmos Wondering where my mind go, pondering where the time go I was awesome at this rap sh** for one month it's gone though Huh. Put my f**ing bumper in a pothole Little f**ing kid no muscles but a Gods soul