Cognitive Distortion

Belafonte beats, not for the weak
Shit I'm steaming like I was pissed out of the River Styx
Non-violent but empty chambers as a nervous tick
I'm losing my grip
Get out the way or get your head split
I'm losing my grip
My sanity ain't equipped
My patience outta space like Morty and Rick
And I ain't talking slick
Your fate's ambiguous
Till you pick up the sticks
And take control of how your story's gon' be told!
How your life gon' unfold? Only choice is go bold!
Personally already bald like Morpheus
Morality's amorphous tactics tortuous
Spitting out torches lines so laborious
Inspired by Notorious
Piece of shit and it feels glorious
Like eating all three porridges and setting fire to the forest
Cremate the corpses don't forget to send 'em some roses
Meanwhile, re-up my dosage
Cognitive distortion
No stress, just helps with my focus
When reality encroaches consequences approachin'
Continue the tokin' 'til everything's in motion
And I feel like I'm floating to where I'm supposed to be goin'
And bringin' all my kin till we get there
You can catch me karaokin'



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