Bubonic
Sharpen up my tongue
Go in and make your speakers blow
Thinking that it's fun
But fuck it makes me miserable
Spit the flow
Mystical
Vicious finna hit the road
Tell you that I'm coming back
But shit that'd make me typical
And I've said I'm far from average
Speak that shit into existence
Yeah, the day-old adage
Killin' all my fucking writtens
With a couple ad-libs
Coming up and taking over
As if I'm Bird or Magic
I slam it like Vinsanity
Crashing all the boards
But now I'm bored of this calamity
I'm a fucking loser, I
Embarrass all my family
Is that heresy
Or the truest clarity
Neglected all my therapy
Now I'm something of a parody
Of Jeffrey Thompson
Not quite awesome
I've won and lost some
Darker thoughts be scaring me
Fearing you my dear; It's clear, you're near
But for a moment, I was terror-free
Of this tyranny
Fuck
Farted out my butt
Got a little bit of poop on it
I'm a fuckin' plague
Motherfuckers call me bubonic
Catch me at the pub
I'll be sippin' on a gin and tonic
I'm just having fun
Steady puffing on this green chronic
And you can think I'm at my pinnacle
But to be fair, I'm not quite there
I'm sorry I'm so cynical
Let's get this show right on the road
Put on your favorite dinner coat
Cause we be heading to a luncheon
You cut my throat and took me home
And locked me in your dungeon
And I ain't even scream for help
A sleuth with stealth
Always seeking your elusive self
My mental health
Is something of fallacy
You thinking that I'm strong
But I just know that I'm straight fragile, see
It frightens me
To wake up all alone
Beside this concoction of hate
And self-loathing
Only thing I strive to be, is authentic
Yet all of my negativity is augmented
Yeah I'm hard-headed
But knowing that soothes me
At least I understand why
Nothing can end smoothly
Yeah I'm crudely
Scribbling on some looseleaf
Afraid to find out
Who would cry if they'd lose me
But what's it to me
Yeah I'm bowing out, anyway
Lock the screen door
Put my life up on lay-away
Go in and make your speakers blow
Thinking that it's fun
But fuck it makes me miserable
Spit the flow
Mystical
Vicious finna hit the road
Tell you that I'm coming back
But shit that'd make me typical
And I've said I'm far from average
Speak that shit into existence
Yeah, the day-old adage
Killin' all my fucking writtens
With a couple ad-libs
Coming up and taking over
As if I'm Bird or Magic
I slam it like Vinsanity
Crashing all the boards
But now I'm bored of this calamity
I'm a fucking loser, I
Embarrass all my family
Is that heresy
Or the truest clarity
Neglected all my therapy
Now I'm something of a parody
Of Jeffrey Thompson
Not quite awesome
I've won and lost some
Darker thoughts be scaring me
Fearing you my dear; It's clear, you're near
But for a moment, I was terror-free
Of this tyranny
Fuck
Farted out my butt
Got a little bit of poop on it
I'm a fuckin' plague
Motherfuckers call me bubonic
Catch me at the pub
I'll be sippin' on a gin and tonic
I'm just having fun
Steady puffing on this green chronic
And you can think I'm at my pinnacle
But to be fair, I'm not quite there
I'm sorry I'm so cynical
Let's get this show right on the road
Put on your favorite dinner coat
Cause we be heading to a luncheon
You cut my throat and took me home
And locked me in your dungeon
And I ain't even scream for help
A sleuth with stealth
Always seeking your elusive self
My mental health
Is something of fallacy
You thinking that I'm strong
But I just know that I'm straight fragile, see
It frightens me
To wake up all alone
Beside this concoction of hate
And self-loathing
Only thing I strive to be, is authentic
Yet all of my negativity is augmented
Yeah I'm hard-headed
But knowing that soothes me
At least I understand why
Nothing can end smoothly
Yeah I'm crudely
Scribbling on some looseleaf
Afraid to find out
Who would cry if they'd lose me
But what's it to me
Yeah I'm bowing out, anyway
Lock the screen door
Put my life up on lay-away
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Thompson
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