every song of theirs is a display of discomfort
i’m in dismay and disgusted, no debate or discussion
the distance dimming my day so i light the fuck up like the face of a pumpkin
and shit, i got aches when my plug left, outlet seeking so i dictionaried my pain ‘till the sun slept
let out the stress before the doubts get a peek in and make me a tunnel
but every other song of theirs, i wouldn’t even play it in public
i saw my father’s face in a puddle, stepped on it with the same feet that he pulled the rug from, that’s fucked up
how fast the trust runs,
trying to out last the last ones
love tucked in what the heart pumps, huh?
nah cousin, i could name two cousins and i have like 12 cousins
i’m far from them,
trying to train my bruised stomach to behave like food’s coming,
i’m ice cold until we melt something that smells funny
running through the grass like a teletubby
until my neck’s held by the a belt buckle there’s not much you could tell me, buddy
the smell of something on my tech deck fingers, let’s get thinking
my phallus like bad news, she let that sink in
took everything with me, even left the kitchen sinkless
but i washed my hands since and the scent still lingers
hold off the best efforts ‘till the bets get bigger
cold when i bend letters, i bet they’ll shiver when i message deliver without saying a thing

in presence of sinners only playing my shit

all that talk and chatter is cheap,
but all the awkward silences are actually free
teeth yapping like, “what did that line happen to mean?”
i just rap what i think and i’ve never had a thought in my life
even god’s got a price, he shot a text that read “let’s make a deal, it’s something special in the door to the right, left or middle, open one of them up and gawk at the prize, but it’s hell through the other two”
and then choice was all mine
so in hell’s hall i reside, the devil hosting a gameshow so he’s gone for the night
never known what i can’t know so i’m awful alright
one of their songs gets played i’ve never hit a faster pause in my life

sophie left to do her regional work now, deferred towns
give it three or so months and i’ll be fine, but it hurts now
but man, these other motherfuckers are tired and burnt out, they should try a new workout and quit putting work out (retire)
holes in my dickies, that’s some bird house attire, so the word’s out, i’m flyer
never fold, i just tear down the flyers
so hot that i burnt down the fire
keep my whereabouts to myself, not worried about the liars
high up, shit that’s where zac and i are
i’d win a race running next to aidan while he cycles
and all their sayings are recycled
and all of their chains are nicer and i want one too like the disciples
fuck a crowd, i make the mic move
fuckboys really like they’re like nas?
i mean, it was written but you wrote it with your eyes shut
plus you gotta rehearse with the penning,
hand it over and i’ll write a better verse in a second