Stay-at-home fad - Dat Successor lyrics

[Verse 1: KYA] Every day, every night, I'm writing in my bedroom, dropping bars for the fight not for the likes You can hear me on the radio taking mics from the unknown rappers Know that I'm always going up in the sky, emcees call me high So fly Bill Nye's claiming blue skies KYA invisible to most I would say the raps are gross, but a brick wall to a ghost, I never like to boast Saying adios to the players in the game Leaving rain hooking up with benevolence A single water drop pours prevalence to the common head The rhymes are lead like the paint on a bunk bead My eyes never bled, kept dry for the dead I just kept going on, look ahead we've fled The night is clear but my mind stays foggy Telling to myself KYA you've lost me Being artsy makes me groggy but that never stopped me; too hyped on caffeine My state of mind keeping green Fluid leaking from my canteen that I'll show on the screen Slowly going chrome, in my head doctors roam like a burglar home, say Shalom I walk around with my head hung low, always want to know mind owing me to grow Got this flow down, like my big toe