It’s the dawn of all nonsense
Only constant is the concept
Left the light on since 6
Left to write thoughts get writ
Analyze all this from an office
No correspondence
Spot em in the corner of my eye
Lurking in the corridor just outside
It’s dawn and I’m peaking
I’m gone for the weekend
Feel more connected to the world
Through a song when I’m speaking
Frequent my moods shift
So the way I view it
Change quicker than
The time it took to introduce it
Bumming drags off a cig from my bro in his Buick
Tryna quit
Substitute it for a toothpick
This new mood
Exclusive
To the time and area
It’s all about placement
Lost and it feel great
Lost and I’m used to it
Off on a tangent
Still got truth to it
Sun sink and I’m sick to my stomach
Confronted by a image in the mirror I don’t fuck with
Limbs feel unadjusted
Finger pointing at rest of the world
How could I ever I trust ‘em
Cave collapse and my back hold the place up
Mouth form the words that my pen take the place of
Language might get diluted
Anytime i change the pace up
But I’m begging for a break so I fall apart n scrape it up
Mother fucker we ain’t made of the same stuff
Treat crutches like stilts
Find a place among the great ones
I kill the pain with a paintbrush yeah

Pluck wires from the grid
Reattach em where I want to
Find a glitch in the map for you to fall through
Bend circuits round the face of a clock
This pen find ground where the times lost

Peel back these layers
Nope
Suck you into the sky, invisible rope
You my kite now
Only talent that they seem to have is raised eyebrows
Case closed, cause it went cold
Briefcase, black on black, Chanel, I'm told
Full of washed away paper I'm hip
Laundering all of my thoughts get a grip
I got the juice now except
I gave it a nod
Dad bod
Cape Cod
A Rod
In my bag like a magician
In my bag like this, trick or treat
Act of contrition
In, body experience & such
Cacti
Frame work
Don't fucking touch
Or else fresh prints
No glove pish-posh
Slap back on my reverb, its time to mosh
Crack whips, I'm a jockey race-horse-gosh
TikTok Shock value Andre & Tosh
One Point Zero Erick to finish this plot
Go head and leave ‘em there, let em rot
Like a Wiler
Never no sympathy you pig meat & I'm Gene Wilder
Follow my footsteps I'm the lord in this bitch
Walking on water but I live in a ditch
It’s okay though my son
Sire, will find the glitch shortly and fix thee
Then send it off for calibration, done by The V

Pluck wires from the grid
Reattach em where I want to
Find a glitch in the map for you to fall through
Bend circuits round the face of a clock
This pen find ground where the times lost


Peel back these layers yup
Mainframe twist whole world lose touch
Peel back these layers yup
Mainframe twist whole world lose touch