Lyrics

I know it may sound strange to y'all But we are the limitless, get in with this Weightlessness, anxious, ain't this ridiculous Getting niggas scared shitless And unfit to witness bliss, so best wishes To the bitches with which you sleep Sheep leaping up the beds Feet deep into your dreams I bet your moms out Sipping palm zombies off the leap Control creativity on peek Seeking relief between- on beats You know time ain't cheap Gotta progress because I invest in heat And not the heat that make you leap But the heat I speak Sort of like the kind you eat beef in Cheese at Miccy-D's with But ain't you're sticky [?] seizures be G7 on my first nimbus cloud to Greece Taking pictures with Aphrodite Loving life and peace [?] got me high, wow, I unleash Lion speech, rawring boring Teeth into motifs Demon souls lead in worthless merciless lies Leaving hurter Working for gods legion he heard the cry So indeed that it one day fly So if I breathe my sky and see my people pissed I push aside my pride to ship this business Viciously, viscerally left my [?] to be Big boss [?] I'm talking about long-beach specifically You can't get rid of me I'm infinitely more than the capacity Demons may get mad at my apathy My happy be they travesty Raving up they stories, be a tragedy Romantic comedy, you best amity- Uh- you best honor me, the future Space based odyssey Honestly if monsters want to box I got the bomb It's arm and hammer jabs the bag them Tantrums on wax Bigger than fat toes and gold pack magnums That goes for the remainder of my dangerous rein I stay woke, insane Gang banging wasn't really my thing I thought about it, it was dumb, I had to move on man It kind of wasn't worth the pain of my possible loss Just to be a hood boss I'm already king of my dreams All my energy goes into what I rap and I sing It gets agonizing when niggas don't want to listen And speaking is my mission And fishing for a vision of a Perfect world and a perfect girl All these, perks and pearls it just jerks and whirls It reminds me of that prehistoric squirrel on Ice Age Trying to make a hypes wage with mic rage Words scratch down on the page Put me in the brain cage agents made While I'm busting loose Knocking doofuses, tooth-this-is Out like they loonses is I'm tryna make up words as the track pans out I think I'm sick and tired of trying to be perfect That didn't rhyme with anything