Intro (feat. Boudhayan & Siddharth De)

Do you think when worlds collide
We are able to see the difference between green and water
We are wet in our heads looking for salmonella for a chance of eating out
Depression is surreal for people who can't talk about it
Psychologists on video call are like characters in a game of chess multicolored
Nonetheless black and white. Like an 80s film played backward without the technicolor

I look at the lamp light thinking of the beginning of electrical
And yet kites are the only thing that try to be free from the strings that, tie them together
Is flying in the air a kind of puppeteering too

No one likes the Overenthusiastic
And yet some of us have known know other form of the blues
Iv granted myself the soliloquy without no Shakespearean ploy
A midsummer nights dream
And a tempest of goodbyes
This fever pitch has excitement, and a little bit of solace
But the end is a restriction a barrier
For the 200m race

This level of knowing is a curse from Egypt
The mummies are decrepit
Just a larvae for a caterpillar butterfly
That's about to turn into a moth

Our favours are fervors of constant enlightenment
Our drunken stupors a little nothingness of being

Do you know what is fighting the everything we've been trying
The lousy little loft on the fourth floor if our building?
A little pain for five days builds immunity to my ways
And standing on a rooftop means you've got a roof above your head
I'm only trying my, best to avoid this test
But the premium is due
The insurance is my head
In the 1800s I'd be a prize for few

But I am brown and without rest
I'm a doctor for patients
Nine months due
There's no contentment. Just tea for two
Corner cubicle, a cup of coffee and comforter
Clay pot biryani and coke that's rum undercover
Cream onion crumpets at cafe's in California
Keto diet cocktails and a cooler for the summer

This little hurricane is more than a Katrina
Because I was reborn after 2020 I am a Millennial forever