as if I try

Tryna live that Tron life
Light bikes and knife fights
I'm tryna be all like
A bright, a bright light
So fuck your zeitgeist
Die off, the times right
I fly, I'm Christ-like
Y'all know I got height
Green like a stoplight
You think you got bars
I know that's not right
I'm going too hard
It's time to stop right?
I float like a butterfly
Your ass is moth-like

Sloppily and unstoppably
Opposite of Hippocrates
Dropping knowledge so awkwardly
On these bitches, so rock with me
Property inside my mind
That's called moment of loci
I just want me a new Rollie
Overdosing so fully
Where is all of her clothing?
Holy Moly she's rolling over
Like a dog she got rawed
Apologies, officer, I'm pulling over
I'm spending, she's bending over
Incredible, unforgettable
I am a rebel soldier
On fentanyl edibles
On the line, I am betting it all
A crime and paying it forward
Christ, I am begging the Lord

I just don't wanna die
Leaving nothing but metaphors
Or the shit got I cheddar for
I just paint wanna paint these pictures
With something I can be better for
Boredom corrupts or more than that
I'm scared of boredom
Maybe anxiety makes me fear the post-mortem
A smorgasbord of orphan corpses don't compare
To more than four shits, I dream of nothing but gore its
Hard to be me and not be agoraphobic
It's hard to be and be humble and I do show it
Robitussin, shit is bussin
It's my life and Ima blow it
Triple Covid vaccinated on these bitches
I just wanna make a livin'
Makin' beats out of my kitchen
I don't know why y'all are livid
I just be cookin' potatoes
Makin' fries out of these digits
Makin' fries out of these digits, ay
Uh, uh, uh



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Writer(s): Griffin Strier
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