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hyperbolic - perry maysun lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
i will not repent because i don’t believe in sins
how could i lose, but i never got to win?
heart started pumpin’ like it’s jumping out the gym
i’ve been anxious that my biggest fear is coming to fruition
f*ckin’ always angry at the wall, in a room full of mirrors, trippin’, sprintin’ down the hall
hit a glass shard, won’t get far ’cause my necks cut
no more reflections if i never get back up
[verse 1]
told you, i don’t wanna cry over the spilled milk
could be worse, could be body in a he*rs*, down the hudson, how ironic
the vibes are electronic, when i go burn me up and roll me with the chronic
you got it, govvy f*ckin’ humans with they robotics
blind eye turn to the sky from the narcotics
i’m not hyperbolic, i just see the sh*t i can’t control
hands on the knees, car speeds, jump, tuck, and roll
if you was dyin’ in the street, and motherf*ckers saw you, they wouldn’t save you, but would pray, and they would say they lost you
r.i.p. captions, words with no actions
when he was yelling “can you help?”, y’all were absent
kick back, absent
how can you be sorrow when your minds lost, i’m gone further than ’09 drake
b*tches playin’ with my heart, i might as well be celibate
i don’t wanna f*ck, i wanna get to know you specially

[verse 2]
spilled brain, pill brain
ring around my cut finger
big vein, here brain
scheming like it to the ring of jonny knox, jackass, run ‘n’ blast, now the shop hand go register yelling “just let me get the guap”
little did i know the owner owned himself a shotty shot
not the first time a dozen dime have tried to rob his spot
old man, throw bands, and open up the register
i exclaimed just before he aimed it at my head and bucked
[verse 3]
i am equivalent to a semi*colon
always gon’ wallow in my own bullsh*t
(bullsh*t, aye, bullsh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
said, said i am equivalent to a semi*colon
anesthesia from the dealer is to local produce
fat lady singing, i got a life and blown it, but the sh*t keeps on going like a locomotive
train bathroom horrible smoking and token a blunt
train ticket cost ten, i can spend it on one
deli played in english, hold on mrs. frizzle, this b*tch ain’t know that she was rolling with a skitzle

[part ii]

[verse 1]
we could only f*ck in my dreams, ’cause i don’t got enough self*esteem for your jeans
ooh, and you feel so familiar
i just really wanna feel ya
i get attached too quick, and that’s my fault
always end up staring at the drywall
and due to that don’t know what love feels like, uh, but this sh*t feel like it was real life

[verse 2]
i hope everyone tell you you this beautiful, uhh, ’cause you my crucible
when i woke up next to you i though i died, ooh, ’cause i ain’t ever seen an angel in my whole life
now i’m recording in my jacket that you wore, and it smell like you smelt before
f*ck makin’ it big and doin’ world tours, rather sit here with you forever ’til i wash ashore
yeah, on that joel and that clem sh*t
when i told you how i felt it, i meant it
and i ain’t even really mean to go off, we was talking ’bout painting naked with our clothes lost
tropes gone, ’cause i’m not cool when my heart’s hot
heart stop, reignite the fire like a buckshot
i’m a man in the dark plot, in a dark room
i feel like i’m young again and your soul is my cartoons
cartoons, cartoons

- perry maysun lyrics

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