Gold Berries

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Cloud in my mind and you are wasting my time Now all I can do is express myself in rhymes, lines I will refrain from utter madness Maybe when I'm hungry you can call me Catniss This sadness is getting up inside of my head Feelings of dread and nightmares are red My hairs are dead and my thoughts have fled Someone take me back to remember the end Synthesis whole decay [?] unfolds All the coolest dreams as if this were roles Sold your soul but tryna maintain your goal and maintain your stride Bitch, what the fuck is life? [Chorus] I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) [Verse 2] Shit's old, but underrated Despicable, rippable, all the underdogs tryna flippable A skippable path [?] crack my ass As the flames ignite, to light, I will grab gas A vision, while the upper dogs need division I have this vision of some [?] getting circumcisioned Collision, 'cause we all feel bad About that surplus of skin that he will always have And we will always laugh as if this legacy is trash This legacy is past, and the rest have mean Smash, splash, as if slash king with guns and no roses Ripped off his pants and started striking poses "Oh, sweet Moses, blow our noses" We need to cut clock with our fireman hoses Closes, getting to the last line Like three, two, one, I have run out of time [Chorus] I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) [Verse 3] Hello, yup, it's me again Tryna blow out the fog so I can see again You can help out, come on, be a friend Or you can suck my dick (Faggot), beggin' to breathe again (Ha-ha-ha) Old school, new school, of things you adore I'm tryna help our generation, not kill it some more Spitting lines in ways only you could take At a human stake Percolate For humans' sake I don't know what else to say Tryna keep my face away from you today If it's okay Sitting, if I could, I'd find it seditary Hide and keep myself until February Grab a berry Hold, 'cause if the new ones are gone, they're gonna be gold [Chorus] I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat) [Outro] (Yuh)