Count Me Out

Almost to the summit changing course into a plunge
To a sea that's full of ridicule to swallow you a sponge
Imma spread it through osmosis now I got cirrhosis
I won't have an exit though that is the prognosis
No it doesn't bother me if you say I'm impertinent
Cause I won't even hurt a bit if I decide on permanent
Solutions to the shit I'm acquainted with ever-present
You had acted if I cared if I said it I never meant it
Spawned can't be relinquished
When invoked I'm alone no one I'm in sync with
Then I'll pray from the rosary because supposedly
When at the gates I'll need a code to speak
Juked predatory probes and I am vetting
All these A&Rs and presidents how much you really netting
I made five figures on my own by pulling myself up
Fuck a bishop when they be grifting they don't see and help much

Being wishful? Pass, in the crystal glass
Tell me what is it in store for me with blissful acts
Where the sun can't shine I've been waiting for a sign
So I'll kick it with the devil just one more time
Count me out won't make it into what's defined as heaven
It's decided look for which direction I'll be heading
Said and done to vindicate that's at my discretion
After death begin to live can't have no exception

Admit it gotta hand it to me when I make em scatter first
And when I'm landing there ain't no hearing about em afterwards
Watching in the silence and it's dangerously safe
But then the odds ain't in your name to tilt, unfavorably weight
Unilateral action we detach into factions
Setting triggers in a plate devising remote contraptions
You can stick to complacency but will be living aimlessly
Won't be making it easy but I can make it so they concede
Wronged can't fuck with you
Every atom in your body splits into two
Every sinew into stew we're finding that's a fitting punishment
This valley's godforsaken only hating it and what is meant
Rugged too many fuckers are bugging
They keep fronting bout some shit when I have already done it
Kill to be in my position but I don't care for living
Counting down the end of days then to be lost and unforgiven

Being wishful? Pass, in the crystal glass
Tell me what is it in store for me with blissful acts
Where the sun can't shine I've been waiting for a sign
So I'll kick it with the devil just one more time
Count me out won't make it into what's defined as heaven
It's decided look for which direction I'll be heading
Said and done to vindicate that's at my discretion
After death begin to live can't have no exception