III. Monotone

I think 4-5 of my damn grandparents died
In the span of like 8 months, it didn't alter my mind

Still monotone emotions, only feel shit when I wroten
Dread being alone it's- real hard for me to focus
Nowadays

Hard for me to focus, nowadays
Hit it

I can rap any speed, no lips slow
And don't fret, I'm smooth like crisco
Got a time machine, so my trip slow
And I'm lost in the Giza like Chris Breaux
I'm feelin the funk, like disco
My source of ambition? Dis soul
Kid with the stutter, my lisp low
Yearn for timepiece- presidential

Philosophical concepts
Suicidal contests
Hate, wealth and greed mask the beauty of the sunsets

Open up my mental- gazin into its contents
Tryna help me over text- "you not okay" thats nonsense

No rainbows, in gray coals
Don't worry, I'm good "if ya say so"
I'm real tired of settin deadlines- I think I might just lay low



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