draft 02 - enxve the nameless vagrant lyrics
welcome the strange doctor, diagnosing pagliacci’s chronic dysthymia
and timing the acute anxiety to strike, so it’s pricier
a pig farmer doing wetwork for big pharma, flipping kickstarters and
pinching lincolns to get farther/ see those money grubbing, good for nothing
but a script, logistic tipping pinkertons be meddling with my objections to this shit
call it my inner conscience conversing with gods beyond this body
i’m confident wellbutrin wouldn’t render me better
relative terminology cast away to the wayside, imma wade in these waters
children and bob for the knowledge/before i rest on the patent pleather accoutrements
offered i’ll kick my feet on the ottoman,counting goats because sheep are for pussies
push me, i’m feeling like mcmurphy after 30,000 volts
my brain is mushy, i called my bookie, i told him that i’m all in on the joke
cause when i sleep my life is kushy with these loop dreams
it’s groundhog day and i’m eating poutine, talking to groupies, gawking at loosies
jog in they newbies, it’s the routine, at the root of my rudiment i scribble on looseleaf
may not look beast but i got the juice b, that’s me on your newsfeed
f-ck the hypebeasts, tag fish on your ig when you post that heinie
he want them legs and br–sts in a light creme with pinot grigio and a rice steam
with bl–dy ice creams from curb stomping these corn b-lls tryna get hyphy
vibing to those buck beats like stymie to your buckwheat
a less credited progenitor getting better as sediment settles to the bottom of his gut
cause he eat dirt and burp carbon/ breathing life into an air space of static, i’m virgil hawkins grabbing at trash can lids, playing hero and winning oscars
yeah, act like you know me or get off my street of opioids, sloppy with the wakizashi
chopping you shinobi toys/ i’m listening to nujabes, ya’ll b-mping to los lonely boys
that’s why i put the latex on my hands, these prints are ghostly boy
i’ll radiate the lambda changing deltas into barren wastelands
and raise the spirit of gojira just to decimate your cities with these witty barbs
your biddies get my stiffy hard, particularly, that dime you keep upon your arm because
she caught the dino and de-note how to deep throat and squeak like kuriboh, in a peacoat
with a vest strapped to her chest full of kilos for the dreamboat, you know the stilo
the piece that’ll spread cheeks for raw libido, run the one train on migos
and say she did it all for a c-note/ i’ve got a problem, an addiction for turning mary magdalenes to practicing cabaret fanatics that get wet when they hear me cackling
i’m dragging my reputation to hell in the hand basket that carried all the eggs i been stacking since i got nice, these lights are bright when i catch floaters, shudder and p-ss over the past hour and a half/ and i’m still on my shrink’s sofa
f-ck,i feel like i’m my own enemy
smiles, filling files for the remedies
next week, same time, same dilemma, these drugs keep me awake forever
forever.i’ll be wasting away forever, forever, i’ll be wasting away forever
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