what was that!? that was me.

There is mold growing
Don't get too close
It might kill all of us
So stay on your toes

What is all this debris
What was that?!
That was me?!
Questioning my thinking
Because it's going illogically
Other rappers could body me
Asses fatter but now they're thots to me
Look around at all these people like
Why are y'all robots to me?!
(Cough)

You chose to go that way
Bitch. I am
Oh- okay
I got weed to smoke anyway
I want you not more than my dab ben
But, hey, it's the thought that counts
I guess
It's the thought that counts
I guess

Activity gone full red
Connectivity gone dull, dead
Can I not relate to people or is it my own head
I don't really know man
I'm supposed to grow, man
But, it's hard to do when you don't have a mind of your own, man
Crimson give us some God's Plan



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Moyer
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