Hand Cold, all alone

Stolen thoughts are all I know

But I think I found something to believe in

Even if it makes me a heathen

I’ve been praying to these false gods

Bouncing off the bumpers of sanity

I’ve lost gravity, now control

I try to hold it close, microscope

The truth is...

I’m barely alive, but my beats are dope

If song are a mood, I’m pissed

burning like a champagne socialist

pissed away dreams, frayed at the seams

I can’t return to orbit (add spaceship sound)

Watch out for the loaded gun

We swallow narcan just for fun

Our society undone

A siren between logic & status

is pussy, money, weed all that matters?

Yalla habibi, let’s keep this shit on an even keel

I'll drop bass so low even the dead can feel

Hold on though, my raps are weird

Straight from the dome to fuck your ears

I’m trying to get high, I'm trying to get laid

barely getting by, but I know that I'm made

I’m looking for reasons in a conspiracy

False prophets to fall like the Pharisees

I can see, hear and feel my existence

Please let me live now, just in this instance

Fuck all your fake smiles, followers & poses

luck is my mistress & I’m more chosen than moses

Blasphemous, but miraculous, calculus on an abacus

But I lost who I was long ago, no captain to make it so

Most people hate me for the silver spoon, but if you were me you’d sing a different tune

do do do dooooo

I was making dollars before dollars had a name

I’ll let you keep the red stick, i’m playing a global game

Between manic and mozart, haters claim I can’t art

Somewhat romantic, barely charismatic, and i’m always problematic

Fuck you and your friends,

i’m the crowned prince of the south

and now it’s time for me to let my demons out

I spread my meds over avocado toast

dose up

Punks not dead, it just rose with me

I’m a cat, nine lives

Fuck your 33rd degree

Dumb luck demon

Secular Heathen

I’m the god that you should believe in

Injecting life like a necromancer

I’m cancer you can’t cut out

I have no master, I am the answer

Out of thoughts, still connecting dots,

some that aren’t there

I’m out of my mind, hardly one of a kind

Just another cliche

But maybe we’re all insane

Believing whatever eases the pain

But it doesn’t work

I’m honestly tired of finding out who’s real and who’s not

everyone says be yourself, but I’m more weird than you thought

Or not

I never needed a smith to forge my gold

my loyalty isn’t something that can be bought or sold

Break 2:58

I’m the poet from the ninth dimension

With nine live, cats eyes

I’ve been rock star my whole life

with slanted rhymes like a scene kids fringe

I just wanted to fit in

but I’ll cut it down you can binge

Mind foggy

clothes soggy

breathing slows

eyes close

sweat falls

hearing stalls

reality stops

reality stops

reality stops

i’ve lost control

what happened to my soul

I'm not trying to be the same, but I'm not trying to be different

everyday's another day, I'm just trying to stick with it

I'm not trying to be the same, but I'm not trying to be different

everyday's another day, I'm just trying to stick with it

So...

I was too stoned for the heavens and satan hated my face

I was scooping up blunts at 7/11 then I ended up in this place

Barely rolling out these bars, call me the aries superstar

I’m sick of waiting for my crown, I’m hungry for the clout

no one holding me down, non-committal full of doubt

I’m coming for your soul, you’ve heard my name, it’s KluSlim, like my pseudonym I'm gold

Keep looking up

Sometimes Life Is Messy

Keep looking up

Sometimes Life Is Messy

Purpose or pleasure, I’m lost in the babble

Keep me awake, at least until the end

I’ll try not to think