Witches Brew (feat. Lowkey T & skate33)

They stood up

They only stood up for indulgent and gluttonous fun

They stood up, chuckling, fucking covered in crumbs

Hundreds of us have been looking for something new under the sun

Struggling, but something

But something uncomfortable's bubbling in the slums

It'll come when it comes like the hungriest hunger does

And hunger's only done when it's done

Wave birds made the dirt mud; came to wage war where the work was

Sugarcane tongue, say what? Nerves perked up

Waste covered in lace rugs

Great basins turned to paper cups

Little taste left the whole state fucked, insatiable lust

Oh we're fucked, crater face scrunched

Oh this place is fucked

Bled the sacred land bone-dry just for paper cuts

Fuck

Everything in its perfect place

The church in the dirtiest state it's been

The bread the baker plated adjacent to the butcher's turkey bacon strips

Made the dish to say grace, save face, then purge it later; remaining slim

Gauged his lady's interest in burning days in ways akin to brazen sin, straight Satan shit

Talking 1986-level Reagan shit

If your body's a temple, baby, let me paint the trim

Spade digging in the same naked earth I don't wanna raise a baby in

Wasn't worth its weight in tailored fits that wore my patience thin

Shit, still made me grin; caught a shift in the air and glimpse of old times too

Never seen colors like the ones you didn't even wear, jamais vu

Your skin, your hair: acidic and bitter as lime juice

Cherished those shriveled, low-hanging fruit before even they die too

Before they die too

Can picture where the vines grew

For fifteen minutes with you, existence didn't decline, you

Picked the last low-hanging fruit, let lines move

And let the last relic of a dying world whither behind you

Truth is, man, I've been feeding the pain with a reason to blame this prison

Ruthless, man I've been breathing the same since breeding and saying, my vision

They say caught in delusion, I say I've been caught in ambition

Like Kim Kardash', when I blow up, don’t wanna get caught up in positions

And I've been dealing with changes lately, feel like I'm running from women

Cause now I got options, feels like I can't keep making the same decisions

But I'm trusting my intuition; Criss Angel, I'm like a magician

Distracted by feminine energy, thinking bout fucking and touching and kissing

The center of my world

Love is where you find it...is what you see in your mirror. What you try to do is isolate whatever it is you see in that other person, which is you!

The presence of a black women'll for sure make you lose your balance

A chalice of persuasion spades the play of her cadence and curve

I'd call her out but it just strike a nerve

No need for the English verb, I keep a burn

Feel the urge when the pages turn and rip to shreds with saving grace

Within her hands I make amends

Blur the lines with pixie dust, Winn Dixie cup filled up with sins

Though those moments we can’t repent

Can’t remember what day it is, what's making sense

Thoughts paper thin, I take within

And I learned from the grief of keeping firm

Like words of worship, shit get worse

Always in way Annie May would take it first

Vacation with the burbs now my appetite getting curved

No regiment for me confirmed

Outlandish with the mannish way I spit the words, concur

I must concur

All day I design this plan to hold your hand thrown out the rear no resting here (no resting here)

I lead astray, no boat to steer

Waves crash with emotion out of fear

Theres no love