'Poster
While the Rose stands facing tall in facade
Its roots fall rotten
For the future, it's a big wound
Like my suture, I could shoot yuh
Stress it all out
Can I do it?
Who to prove it?
I'da lose it
For the loser, lookin' neuter
Mr. Scott talkin' all like a dooder
Future humour, future rumour
Constant state of a mind losing fewer
For the lesser, posterus the depressor
All looking a stressor
But, don't be long, I'll be gone, fast dresser
Nonetheless, her
On the state bless her
It's incessant, I stress her
For the crescent, never 'fesser
That's con, like a don, till my mind state
Scattered always, through hallways
Walk it down, walk it down, on your days
I lay locked in a light like all haze
But not always
But in all ways
It's not, oh-k
But it's call, say
I need some, help
Tie that shit from a welt
'Till the belt, drip drop
On the self
I don't care what you sell
I need it
Drop it in my fucking bag
Walk to the edge
Jump off the back
Live it's like dead
Ye this just an act
And I'm jumpin' off the track
And I'm really fuckin' happy
That's the word to be exact
Lost as fuck on my Mr. Brown sick shit
Jumpin' ocean, candy flip it
I need commotion, tick open
Or a potion, fuck the motion
No more hearing, no more peering
Fuck y'all fuck y'all till he leering
I got my K.A.A.N. on, wear a noose as a necklace
Could you pardon?
Till I'm neckless
Now I'm headless, I jump off
Sabotage the rocket
Start it, stop it
I need some fucking caution
Putting off a coffin
Till I pull the cord and
Its roots fall rotten
For the future, it's a big wound
Like my suture, I could shoot yuh
Stress it all out
Can I do it?
Who to prove it?
I'da lose it
For the loser, lookin' neuter
Mr. Scott talkin' all like a dooder
Future humour, future rumour
Constant state of a mind losing fewer
For the lesser, posterus the depressor
All looking a stressor
But, don't be long, I'll be gone, fast dresser
Nonetheless, her
On the state bless her
It's incessant, I stress her
For the crescent, never 'fesser
That's con, like a don, till my mind state
Scattered always, through hallways
Walk it down, walk it down, on your days
I lay locked in a light like all haze
But not always
But in all ways
It's not, oh-k
But it's call, say
I need some, help
Tie that shit from a welt
'Till the belt, drip drop
On the self
I don't care what you sell
I need it
Drop it in my fucking bag
Walk to the edge
Jump off the back
Live it's like dead
Ye this just an act
And I'm jumpin' off the track
And I'm really fuckin' happy
That's the word to be exact
Lost as fuck on my Mr. Brown sick shit
Jumpin' ocean, candy flip it
I need commotion, tick open
Or a potion, fuck the motion
No more hearing, no more peering
Fuck y'all fuck y'all till he leering
I got my K.A.A.N. on, wear a noose as a necklace
Could you pardon?
Till I'm neckless
Now I'm headless, I jump off
Sabotage the rocket
Start it, stop it
I need some fucking caution
Putting off a coffin
Till I pull the cord and
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Writer(s): Kye Ultra
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