Slide into my younger shoes when I hit the bus stop

Ain’t no telling what my tongue will do if I see your face, you don’t want that

I’m a bona fide fire sign, whole lotta smoke, no gunshot

You a apricot, Crimeapple done said it too, you a kumquat

Come quietly when I bid you come

There are lilies here, and chrysanthemums

I might beat you blue til my hands are numb

So just mind you don’t choose what I become

Loose ends beget severed ties, my frayed thoughts fly like the crow

Afraid yes, vain, have I not entertained you? Blame Russel Crowe

Blame it on Hov

Ageless, I hold pages I fold, raised without hope

Naked and choked- Aching, I stoke blaze in my soul

Praise and behold!

Gross and grandiose, little Ro thought he’d make it big with his flow

But the only place Big is at is my headphones- book me a show

I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna take this cup, I’m so scared

I used to claim that I don’t give a fuck

But that was when I still had hair

Mischievous flair, UH I’m low-key Loki

Dance the Hokey Pokey

Okie dokie-

Dosi-do the edge, oh yes

I’m hoping that I fucking fall

I’m joking…where’s the adderall

It’s OV, I’m so OP blow me

Killing these motherfuckers very slowly

Drain em dry

Lift up a curse again and stain the sky

Unholy time, this pain of mine

Will suck me clean, then lay beside

Silent, silent, silent

Every breath is pure release

Kindly, kindly, kindly bless us

Play us Fur Elise

Sleep out on the lawn and let the morning kiss your cheek with drops of dew

The sound of highway traffic hums us into peace

Countless Jeeps and Hondas

Lover Boys, and Sons of Donda

Crowds of beggars mourn the Mamba

While the princes fluff their sheets

Zuckerberg fiefdom- dissent, and to jail they will go

My story didn’t reach them- it’s myself that I’m failing to show

Frail in my bones, no backspine- will I ever grow teeth or claws

In a parking lot I can crack time into two pieces and speak to God

Kronos indeed my father’s ways- spare the child release the rod

Focus my steed with flaming breath, I will speed through this violent fog

Innocent palms, unorthodox- choke on my laughter, fear my smile

Ever the one to express, I reveal, I’m weird and wild

Clear my style, glory be, to Valhalla I steer the dial

Hear my files, pour my speech into glass

And revere the vial