Braindead

Lyrics

I'm just living out My origin story I like mine I read yours And it's horribly Boring I write When I got time I punch on the 404 Life sure is A dime And she whores In her spare minutes Thin as air In it Been aware of it Skip the chair Waring me down And get asparagus This American Wasteland And I'm a stagehand Got no place In the plays That they make Man But I can Take The time One line At second thought Living reckless Haunting me down Ripping necklaces Off And the weed loud Like a beckoning Call Speed of sound Hit the ground And I bounced Back Quick Hit thе dab When I'm down Fit the crown For the bad kid With thе worse habits I'm the stirs That you heard In your attic I'm absurd It's confirmed So dramatic Sweet aromatic Sheets of the tablets By the week And you weak As a ballot In the potus Election I won't be The next up Imma be the best son Put my chest To the sun Barely dressed Robe undone Blowing cess Like I guess This is the one Oh yes Get the gun And I press it To my temple Running From The mess I made That was a jest I'm catching rays And you still ain't Get the message I'm saying Playing with played chords I'm staying bored never Very clever My endeavor was Evidently precious Blowing the marry You very jealous Angry and petty I'm tight you loose like spaghetti And Some other shit [freestyling nonsense]