KINTSUGI

Hey, hey
Bitch, I got it made
Yellow pressed tabs
Make yo ass trip, hallucinate
Diamonds throw up, look like Minute Maid
Grind so hard won't matter everyday
(Oh, God, oh, my God)
9 to 5, closer to the grave-

Breathing down the fiery scales
Of the dragon's neck
Dragging out your checks
Like drags on RuPaul's set
You don't even know who ya messed with
An anonymous face, tied with anonymous pace
Pave the place, feel a strange
Been estranged since the rapture
Like, souls, Ash Ketchum
Go on and catch 'em
No plans, can't throw in, match it
Equal business partners
Square spaced, business fandoms
Dynamic tag team, tandem
Stan the same ones who stab 'em
Land the 707 in a trash can
Considered minuscule like the code ethics
Ivansan sand 'em
(Hooah!)
Lead singer of the band
Mad Hatter random
Paint me like one of your french fries
On the canvas
Recycling cans, call me Captain Planet
'Bout the fantastical displays, voyages to Atlantis
Like Zone 6, blast away
Camera rolling, can't capture me
Gone like Daddy Day Care
Same wage but perception seems unfair
Real gangstas know how to handle that shit
Just like I handle a bitch who throw it back
And I'm gripping on her love handles
Dripping sexual, sensual seduction
'Till eruption, hot candle wax
Enough that, back to the lab to run more stacks
No printing, out of ink hit you with the fax
Like Grownups Two Buscemi body casts

It's Buschemi not Buscemi
You fucking dumb bitch
Jesus Christ, alright

Call declined roll over minutes like a dog
Never hear back
Infinite Disease
Make a full blown donut out ya weave
Check the ease
Leaving y'all banished like Tisdale nip tease
Slip, over-reach
Hope to work witcha in the future
Put it into existence
Manifesting virus spreads like dreads
Give my cred where it's due
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I'ma leave ya bloody red
Leaking into the sewers, Pennywise was right
You'll be with H20, but won't ever float
Drowning off a boat like Truman Show
But this mine now, I'm the bank creator
Watching from the moon slash sun
Get shuteye, I'll tell you when
Your character's been written off, hoe

Strolling with my pooch
Only dawg that I trust with my life
Get used to it, yuh
Nothing we ain't been known before
Grind to let words resonate with you
Who needs a vote?
Tired of the mo', fuckin' sick of the mope
Let you know
We're here for temporary infinite loops
Lived the same life over again
Every time we'd fuckin' lose
Even if we had a choice, we'd choose wrong
Bitch, it's hunting season and you the fawn
And you the fawn, and you the fawn
(Who?)

Hey, hey
Bitch, I got it made
Yellow pressed tabs
Make yo ass trip, hallucinate
Diamonds throw up, look like Minute Maid
Grind so hard won't matter everyday
9 to 5, closer to the grave
Ductape shut yo ass up
Let a G, torture you in peace
Even after gone
Disease is what you're living with
Masochism at it's finest
Blessings come in typing
Don't you even think about crying

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