Disruption of Aspiration (feat. Flaccid Basket)
Had to cope with some previous interactions
Taking further actions to salvage my bitter absence
After a bit of rapping
Spitting after I quit it
And acting a little skittish
Like skittles raining on rafters
Fuck
I'm a passive aggressive pacifist
I know you didn't ask
But did anyone really ask for this?
I take it back I'm a madder than hatter accident
That killed the other twin
So now mom's asking where Alice is
(Ahhh)
killed the other twin
So now mom's asking where Alice is
I was kicked out the black house at 19
Didn't understand the meaning, like niggas in tan capris
Knee cutlip this bitch clit
I'm batshit
But is it really crazy to be a man who don't give a fuck
AP shirt tucked, hockey pucks, and southern ducks
Sliding across the ice like my nose
When alone and taking drugs
Snort Pepsi cuz it's fuck coke
Dusty hit my line wanting to dose
But fuck no, bitch I'm fucking broke
(Ahhhh)
I won't miss what you had to say
We'll just win the race someday
Never be the child that you knew
You're to blame, but i'll miss you
Don't be surprised when i'm not here
You've seen it all along it holds you dear
Two years, haven't really done shit
Cause I'd rather be alone or
Rather be at home
Chilling with my brother's and mother
Feeling scorned though
Corn on the cob with some legs from a crab
That I had
In my back pocket with my phone
Dinner she was serving when we lived it back at home
Shit was quite exciting
A day I'm looking forward to
Canceled all the fighting no anxiety to take the throne
Instead I'll be jerking off my dick
Just sitting in my room under covers like I'm sick
Feeling like the prick in my pants without the needle
Because they wanna spend time
But I don't want to talk to people
Sleeping fore I skate
Never did I really appreciate
The places I could go
The places I could row
In this motha fucking boat
That I dock at the port
After dark
With a sock in my mouth
If I talk
If I shout
Imma ruin this
Rather die than screw with it
Confused at other humans
Who got it good when I'm losing it
But
Shit I guess I better make the most of it
Happiness is rare for my psyche
But it's a closer fit
Taking further actions to salvage my bitter absence
After a bit of rapping
Spitting after I quit it
And acting a little skittish
Like skittles raining on rafters
Fuck
I'm a passive aggressive pacifist
I know you didn't ask
But did anyone really ask for this?
I take it back I'm a madder than hatter accident
That killed the other twin
So now mom's asking where Alice is
(Ahhh)
killed the other twin
So now mom's asking where Alice is
I was kicked out the black house at 19
Didn't understand the meaning, like niggas in tan capris
Knee cutlip this bitch clit
I'm batshit
But is it really crazy to be a man who don't give a fuck
AP shirt tucked, hockey pucks, and southern ducks
Sliding across the ice like my nose
When alone and taking drugs
Snort Pepsi cuz it's fuck coke
Dusty hit my line wanting to dose
But fuck no, bitch I'm fucking broke
(Ahhhh)
I won't miss what you had to say
We'll just win the race someday
Never be the child that you knew
You're to blame, but i'll miss you
Don't be surprised when i'm not here
You've seen it all along it holds you dear
Two years, haven't really done shit
Cause I'd rather be alone or
Rather be at home
Chilling with my brother's and mother
Feeling scorned though
Corn on the cob with some legs from a crab
That I had
In my back pocket with my phone
Dinner she was serving when we lived it back at home
Shit was quite exciting
A day I'm looking forward to
Canceled all the fighting no anxiety to take the throne
Instead I'll be jerking off my dick
Just sitting in my room under covers like I'm sick
Feeling like the prick in my pants without the needle
Because they wanna spend time
But I don't want to talk to people
Sleeping fore I skate
Never did I really appreciate
The places I could go
The places I could row
In this motha fucking boat
That I dock at the port
After dark
With a sock in my mouth
If I talk
If I shout
Imma ruin this
Rather die than screw with it
Confused at other humans
Who got it good when I'm losing it
But
Shit I guess I better make the most of it
Happiness is rare for my psyche
But it's a closer fit
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Writer(s): Matt Bolvari
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