Clarity (feat. Simppimp & Kryptkeeprr)
Always in my chamber of reflections
I can feel the reaper coming straight to my section
The devil working hard, never clocking off
No days off
Always on my ass
I'ma piece of shit, I guess that's the aftermath
I live with my sins but I leave 'em in the past
Didn't think the past would come back to haunt me
Poppin' so much xans, walk around like a zombie
I'm addicted to this shit but I know it's not me
Troubled little kid with a lot of anxiety
Can't feel reality
Something come save me
Negative energy always surrounds me
I feel like a jit with a hit like a bounty
I don't wanna see you in my line when I'm goated up (bitch)
Big bomb atomic energy how I'm blowing up (boom)
Big flex next, fuck a grill I'm getting golden gums
Loud laugh, bad backtrack, fuck what it was
Like a sage, I am here in my garden
I'm turning the page, I forbid any bargain
My presence not only just physical
Laugh oh so cynical (hahaha)
Letting the cymbal roll (ay)
Raising the death toll like my name was Yagami
Upping the pole turn your face to pastrami meat (grrrah)
Homies having problems with his bitch
I told him dig a hole & yeet her in a ditch
Stay sick, tote stick, get rich
You don't want no problem
Know the bullets don't miss
Get hit in the pit
Bloody lips can't kiss the fist
Wrist twist, sad simp
I'm tryna fuck around, no kids
I thought you had a better plan, bitch
I don't care what fucking happens, shit
Smoking heavy cat piss scent when you walk in bluffing, I just wanna hear nothing (ay, yea, ay)
I just wanna hear nothing
My mind fast as LA traffic
I've got too many habits
You is all some fucking rabbits
Massive panic, fuck this planet
Bitch, I fucking told you, I'm a fucking cold dude
Homie, let me show you how I'll fucking fold you
Catch me laying in the grave & fucking rolling blunts & blazing
Feel my lungs turn into raisins
Get faded, get faded
No one can tell that my soul is black
She got my phone buzzing, but I won't call back
You bitches sippin' tussin but I'll drop ten tabs
Yo, I'm a fucking classic, was created in a lab (uh)
Just like a bong rip, I got a fire in my chest
I keep the blunts lit
You know it ain't no fucking stress
I got more flavor than the rest
I'm complex
I got emo bitches obsessed
I'm up next
Making money out west
I see checks
You look like a parody
Kryptkeeprr a rarity
I put acid in my eyes for a little clarity
You ain't lookin' scary
B I ain't no fucking charity
My mind fast as LA traffic
I've got too many habits
You is all some fucking rabbits
Massive panic, fuck this planet
I can feel the reaper coming straight to my section
The devil working hard, never clocking off
No days off
Always on my ass
I'ma piece of shit, I guess that's the aftermath
I live with my sins but I leave 'em in the past
Didn't think the past would come back to haunt me
Poppin' so much xans, walk around like a zombie
I'm addicted to this shit but I know it's not me
Troubled little kid with a lot of anxiety
Can't feel reality
Something come save me
Negative energy always surrounds me
I feel like a jit with a hit like a bounty
I don't wanna see you in my line when I'm goated up (bitch)
Big bomb atomic energy how I'm blowing up (boom)
Big flex next, fuck a grill I'm getting golden gums
Loud laugh, bad backtrack, fuck what it was
Like a sage, I am here in my garden
I'm turning the page, I forbid any bargain
My presence not only just physical
Laugh oh so cynical (hahaha)
Letting the cymbal roll (ay)
Raising the death toll like my name was Yagami
Upping the pole turn your face to pastrami meat (grrrah)
Homies having problems with his bitch
I told him dig a hole & yeet her in a ditch
Stay sick, tote stick, get rich
You don't want no problem
Know the bullets don't miss
Get hit in the pit
Bloody lips can't kiss the fist
Wrist twist, sad simp
I'm tryna fuck around, no kids
I thought you had a better plan, bitch
I don't care what fucking happens, shit
Smoking heavy cat piss scent when you walk in bluffing, I just wanna hear nothing (ay, yea, ay)
I just wanna hear nothing
My mind fast as LA traffic
I've got too many habits
You is all some fucking rabbits
Massive panic, fuck this planet
Bitch, I fucking told you, I'm a fucking cold dude
Homie, let me show you how I'll fucking fold you
Catch me laying in the grave & fucking rolling blunts & blazing
Feel my lungs turn into raisins
Get faded, get faded
No one can tell that my soul is black
She got my phone buzzing, but I won't call back
You bitches sippin' tussin but I'll drop ten tabs
Yo, I'm a fucking classic, was created in a lab (uh)
Just like a bong rip, I got a fire in my chest
I keep the blunts lit
You know it ain't no fucking stress
I got more flavor than the rest
I'm complex
I got emo bitches obsessed
I'm up next
Making money out west
I see checks
You look like a parody
Kryptkeeprr a rarity
I put acid in my eyes for a little clarity
You ain't lookin' scary
B I ain't no fucking charity
My mind fast as LA traffic
I've got too many habits
You is all some fucking rabbits
Massive panic, fuck this planet
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Writer(s): Jeffery Thomas, Shayne Cexton, Steven Rudy
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