Contextual Freedom
I be trusting
Just about nothing
I seen em bugging
I hear em breathing
I catch em gasping
I know they pleading
Contextual freedom
The greatest is yet to be born
A rose for her thorns
I'm gonna breed em
Bread of life the endless river blood bludgeoned
Dial a dealer dire need to dilate adjustment
Threw dice once or twice
Beat the bandstand the carpet was polite
Convince a man he can do a backflip kong gainer
Backhand better than Dan Folger
I spit nastier than the shit you pissed over
I spit ugly
Uglier than a blobfish
Be honest does nonsense really need so much comment
Forever long pulse beating on my bleeding heart
My mind fall apart I put it back together
I died too many times to be afraid of you
Your library school rhymes ain't even made of you
I pick up a book and read the pages through
Authentic with the cadence too
Terrible but the zone off this cone got me stoned
So honed on the thrown like a lion roam
No really you need to wake up
Apparitions knocking on the door
Knock Knock Knocking on the door
Clock just tick in that circle
Pulse eternal
I tune in with my green it's orange and purple
So I be trusting
Just about nothing
I seen em bugging
I hear em breathing
I catch em gasping
I know they pleading
Contextual Freedom
Just about nothing
I seen em bugging
I hear em breathing
I catch em gasping
I know they pleading
Contextual freedom
The greatest is yet to be born
A rose for her thorns
I'm gonna breed em
Bread of life the endless river blood bludgeoned
Dial a dealer dire need to dilate adjustment
Threw dice once or twice
Beat the bandstand the carpet was polite
Convince a man he can do a backflip kong gainer
Backhand better than Dan Folger
I spit nastier than the shit you pissed over
I spit ugly
Uglier than a blobfish
Be honest does nonsense really need so much comment
Forever long pulse beating on my bleeding heart
My mind fall apart I put it back together
I died too many times to be afraid of you
Your library school rhymes ain't even made of you
I pick up a book and read the pages through
Authentic with the cadence too
Terrible but the zone off this cone got me stoned
So honed on the thrown like a lion roam
No really you need to wake up
Apparitions knocking on the door
Knock Knock Knocking on the door
Clock just tick in that circle
Pulse eternal
I tune in with my green it's orange and purple
So I be trusting
Just about nothing
I seen em bugging
I hear em breathing
I catch em gasping
I know they pleading
Contextual Freedom
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Writer(s): Elijah Bowley
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