Phosphene

Dates on me.

Six pills for the day.

No scrapes on me.

How I feel’s in the way.

Tryna’ speak out.

Glass house, loud creaks.

Tryna sneak out.

Pale yellow my teeth.

I’m a smoke dog!

I’m just barking in the wind.

Feel so gone.

Vocals carving through the send.

Put my clothes on,

Then i step into the prison-

now.

Feel stuck, but i’m moving through the interim.

Boy we into all the screaming,

we ain’t into ya’.

Punk rock gang banging through the visit-

i’m.

On the frame burning rubber like Michelin.

Give and go taught a younger me to give it up.

Taught a-

younger-

me to.

Give it-

up to.

Younger.

back when.

(Hush Forte)

We was,

Young and-

dumb too.

I will tell my story to my kids.

When I get-

the chance to.

Like that time;

snuck out.

My crib-

Just to, see you.

I have. I have…

We got stopped by the police,

He wanted to see ID.

Said ain’t y’all a little bit young?

To be out at this time of night,

His right hand on his gun.

What if he takes my life and I’m-

My momma’s only son?

We risked it all for fun.

White lights,

Red hands.

I see a little bit of holocene,

I dance when I feel alone.

Pull up.

Pull up.

Pull up.

Mr. 1, 2-

My man,

I see you reaching for your tongue tie.

My hands might send me home.

And Mr. White lights-

Red hands,

I see a little bit of holocene,

I dance when I feel alone.

Pull up.

Pull up.

Pull up.

Mr. 1, 2-

My man,

I see you reaching for your tongue tie.

My hands might send me home.