Familiar place

Strange disposition

Same dice as yours but I throw em different

You try to write songs but they're Limerick

Face for the mocktober fest that's a gimmick

Holding James Holden the idiots are winning

Acoustic guitars superficial words is all you want in the show

Diluted spars wannabe mystical generic hoe

It's all in your flows it's all on your clothes

Blank in the rows you call yourself goals

Give me the 0's if that's what I score

Give you the dose deep in your throat

Hope you don't choke on a wild fucking joke

Cause it's true

Fire is all I ever spit in the booth

All about me what I see and you

Watch me watch me come out

Come out nude

Watch me watch me spill the

Juice

All about me what I see and you

When I see your face

My hearing loss comes thru creeping

Saw your mouth move heard you but I'm never listening

I only listen to the ones I love

The rest I shove