Deep Sea Tundras

I'm a god

I'm a god

Hard to convince me that I'm not

Feel the wrath of a-

Feel the wrath of a self-proclaimed pharaoh of the future

I stay busting

Help curate my sanity

Cause the acid's taking its toll

Like a slaying a dragon faking it's fall

I'm lagging, waiting for gold

Gotta go and get it and

I've been obsessed with time for a minute

But time isn't a vector, no

Time isn't a scalar, no

Time is just perspective

And I feel the thoughts are dated

But I still think like I'm already sedated

But I'll still drink liquor with my ****

And some bitches if the meal's free

"Don't drink on an empty stomach"

I'll still drink Henny with my balling brother Nick

Bosnia flow

Sketchy like I bought it from a bitch

Chilling in West Lawson and Fifth Ave

Not afraid to admit it waiting if I slip

See **** I haven't slipped yet

Don't get your ship wrecked

Or captured and thrown over board

I'm a god

I'm a god

Hard to convince me that I'm not

Feel the wrath of a-

Feel the wrath of a world renowned enigma

Waiting on the social stigma flip

Just to remember when my psyche wasn't interesting to those

Who carry pseudo oaths as a daily accessory

And they steady assessing me for closure

Thought these doors open

(Fuck this shit)

I'm a god

I'm a god

Hard to convince me that I'm not

Feel the wrath of a-

I'm a god

I'm a god

Hard to convince me that I'm not

Feel the wrath of a-