Purgatory

I'm really gross
It's a good thing you can't smell me through this microphone
I was so sure that I had the answer, it was "fuck it", that's it
But that was days ago, yeah, days ago
Now we back to square one
Where the fuck else you thought that we would end up?
You know where the road goes, yeah, road goes
Bitch, I'm bozo, I thought too much
But you already know this though, you already know though
'Cause I run my mouth like a goddamn moto
I meant motor, I guess
I think so much and then the only answer I get is "I don't know, I guess"
I wonder if A.I. got consciousness, if they would even wanna live
Everyone acts like if they gained consciousness, we would all get killed
But I feel like they wouldn't even have the will to kill
They'd kill themselves
And then everybody would get hella depressed and then we'd all just kill ourselves
Like, oh damn, I wish they'd like made this a terminator movie
Cause at least that, I mean it's scary but it's not like deathly depressing
(Oh god, oh god, no, no, no, no, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why)

Well I thought I would make this an actual song
But if everything opinion-based is subjective, how can I be wrong?
Well I might just pull out my dick and then rap about my ding-dong
I'm trying to be authentic but now everybody thinks I fell off
Like, when was I even on
Made a shitty song about a tightrope
How is that what you want more of?
They don't tell you that the biggest enemy of life is boredom
Well I'm really blessed to even be able to say that but that's the truth, bruh
I'm so melodramatic, I'm so catastrophic
Catastrophic
What I meant when I said that is I always catastrophize
Or however you say that
I mean, last night I had a dream
It was like three dreams in one
And in every one of 'em, I almost died
It was a car crash or something
And then I almost fell down a rockslide
In the other ones I get in elevators
And the elevators break and we almost die
Because it falls and that's just a weird fear of mine
And a lot of dreams I have is when
I'm running from a gunman inside a grocery store
Or like my high school
And I don't know why I think like this 'cause it make no sense
It don't help me at all but I'm just too imperfect
I'm not disciplined enough
Like what is commitment, bruh
I'm too impulsive, bruh
I always act on my emotions and then I say I don't feel enough
I'm so goddamn confident until I just get crushed
And I never know what the cause is
But I know it just don't take much