Screaming while the brain chatters

Ought to change the catalysts

Caught in the same battles

Talk over rain’s pitter-patters

All in vain, pride in things

I play my part in things

Product of my fathering wired like I came addled

Gotta talk my shit but gotta also keep it modest

The sparkle in his eye is gone

The darkness is a monolith

Batter swing, batter swing swing

Get him out of here

Nodding in and out to my lil rhythms that I follow still

Monolithic, holy shit, God is big!

Humbled by my life

I keep it moderate

Ballerific shoot your shot bitch you ‘bout to brick it

You think you big but God is bigger

Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?

Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real

Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some

Got a raw deal, son, if he’s really real

Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?

Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real

Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some

Got a raw deal, son, if he’s really real

Cause I seen the devil, but not no tasmanian

Got Matt Groening’s pen

Or Groening I’m just zoning on the corner

You know it’s my onus to make an opus

But would they even notice

If fakeness poked its lil head out

And just spoke for culture

They just some culture vultures

I grow despite the filth around me like it’s horticulture

I think I love you baby but I fear I oversold you

I’m just a rolling stone

Smoking on the doja like a soldier

I can’t even hold you

And I can’t even go there

I’ve been speeding on the road to nowhere, I know it

I find my meaning in the high and lows yet

I hope that I’ll find my peace

And lose myself in the foliage in four years

I know that

I hold back

I know that

I hold back

Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?

Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real

Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some

Got a raw deal, son, if he’s really real

Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?

Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real

Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some

Got a raw deal, son, if he’s really real