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just did a bunch of yay, i’m gonna go up on stage

i forget all my lyrics, i think i’ll do ok

i’m getting bored of rap, i’m sort of over that

i’m low-key, like pistols hiding in a shoulder strap

i’m quickly comin’ down, and it’s a vicious cycle

suspicious of b-tches who quote the bible like it’s their job

it’s like, get a f-cking hobby….. f-ck

i’m feeling all alone, i write a lot of poems

i m-st-rbate often, lofty are all my f-cking goals

my music taste is throwing stones not throwing up on friday nights

i stay inside away from the fuss and commotion, writing rhymes

i’m too old for that, man i’m grown as f-ck

i can hold a d-mn conversation, i just don’t open up

i’m keeping to myself, i got too many thoughts

they’re always swimming, it’s fishy, don’t put me in a box

i’m not a nincoomp–p, just need some thinking room

my mind stays flashing like microwaveable instant food

i’m off the deep end, don’t give a f-ck about a kiddie pool

rapping like i got nothing else to do, man that sh-t is cool

but not a beatnik, a beat maker, call me that

bones mcqueen rising up above all of these paltry acts

they start to sweat, like they been consuming too many salty snacks

this flow is main course, bruh, toss the f-ckin doggy bag…

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