I Reject Your Reality and Substitute My Own (feat. boyponder)

Snapping under entrance examinations
My corporate servant down payment for the fanciest embalmers
At the finish line I'll finally be a hobbyist
Ruling over fungi in my carbonated water
Busy with these antacid metaphors
Bay Area Belphegors and Sunday funnies
I turn the other cheek to the bucket kicked from underneath me

Eat this
Not that
A cheaply made but foreign car
Taught to
Rebel politely
In polystyrene cushion walls
Pandora's patterns
I wished they'd watch me bleed
If blood was what they saw me for
I've lost it once
I've boiled over
Just distance from the what i was

Cut your bangs saving face for fades
Wet my nostrils in center stage
Because I'm afraid to be alone this time when summer falls away
Panning out to elderly cliché
Actress one takes hand of actor two
Looks him in his hurricane eyes
And tells him that he's so so different
(Actress one take hand of actor two)
A pair of deaf smiles form way too quickly in red blue green
(Tells him how different this all feels)
Indifferent to the screams I scrawled in letters never written
They're saying words but I'm losing what they mean

I'm just a product of my
Sum collected kindling burning up
In the crumbling of an empire
Scrambling to draw up the play by play
For every risk of statistic significance
Praying to the zeitgeist path of least resistance
I am a low ranking member of
The alternative-industrial complex
Because I am just a shell to live vicariously through
In daydreaming of how I'd gamble
All the things I've earned in my life
I will convince myself that I'm irreparably unlike all of you

But all of us are equal horizontally
And all my friends are doing what they want
When I'm just doing what I think I have to
I can't wait for the day
When they optimize my outward thoughts away

Fuck you mean this a drill beat
Rap just like Tennessee, I got means
Decapitation, Twitter fingers
Ratio and angus
Beef
We don't do smoke we do bangers
Mosh pit, sick and plastered
First half, yeah they had us
Can't trick me come at me
No mask on I'm the baddest
Bitch I look good
Bitch I feel good
Pretty boys in the city now we make itty noise
This ain't no dizzy flow but we keep going like In-N-Out
Drive through it
I ride through it, reject that shit I fly through it
I'm binding it, repent that shit like Isaac
Where your eyes at?
I'm right here, too tied up, where your ties at?
Where your mind at?
Get side tracked, fuck a right hand
When I write in this verse yeah I turn into a big man
Bro I'm big mad
Yeah I'm big mad
Bro I'm big mad
Yeah I'm big mad