On these summer days, there's not much left to say

Except I'm grateful that I'm livin' and the rent is paid

Might light a J

Watch my worries fade

Slowly learnin' how to lose the things I cannot save

Final form like I'm lookin' for Shenron

My pen strong hittin' the 8-ball won't take long

Think they King Kong, they all spit the same song

I been on the wave they just surf where the fame's on

Keep the pace! Break the curve, accelerate

Times-a-changin', bars coded like DNA

Different circuits burn, synapses burst and blaze

No need to save face, I'm gone without a trace

Flick the ashes off the pages, past the limitations

No applause or validation

Left the map, no destinations

No attachment or embraces

Lock the vault and loose the keys to any sense of trepidation

(Oh the recipe?)

(Of course I got that recipe)

Okay

They chase the plaques

I break the map and flip the axis

Tactics... (I have to get back to the lab)

Improve your graphics

Everything is practice

You can never match

Give a fuck about your status

And it's breakin' the glass, stack it back like Tetris pieces

Lessons leakin' out the cracks, they repeat the weakest thesis

Words unravel as I channel what the void releases

And I stay beyond their reach, while they pay for features

Don't spin back, you solid where you been at

The weight you carry got 'em sinkin' where they sit at

They try to measure but the scale can never fit that

The scales for personal use when I need to kick back

Mind in hyperspace, won't find the time to waste

The more they chase, the more the distance starts to separate

Now I'm weightless

Shape-shift, every state adjacent

Patience, waited

Now we off the waitlist

We off the waitlist