Bortle 9 Artificial
Everything so artificial
Everything so fucking fake
Why can't we just give a little
I guess it must be, must be fate
Something breaks in my mind and I can't relate
Time just takes itself and aggrandizes each second
We better leave now, we shan't be safe
Ain't too shabby the way you patched yourself up
No help up, just days coming, you get up
You picture life in a sunray
Get there in time is a tough take, ugh
Thank god for the friends in my life
Till the end of the times
Just a dude with a rhyme book
That's coming to life
And coming to some headphones near you
Turn that shit up and I can't hear you, ugh
Back at it, rap addict, craft magic with the pad maddened
I'm heated, spitting fire like a demon
Jesus, it's too easy, backpacking'
Let me up the amplitude, fuck the hands of time
Something something I can't decide
If I wanna eat it, rip it, beat it, tear it, chew it, true, it's all a choice for me
Cause at this fucking point it seems my talents are my voice and ink
In the booth with my boys with me
Poison seeping' from the tip of the this point five
Millimeters get hog tied
My schemes have just gone wild
Flashing the world, man, I'm on fire
GOAT of this shit and I'm not trying
Can you imagine the sheer power
Like here's hours I spent trying to put an end to the shit
That just trips me up
Looking for a way I can lift me up
This is what I need to achieve the impossible
An audible called, I'm feeling so fuckin' baller
That I'll sprint to my zone and get ready to get thrown
To the motherfucking stars that I know are up there
I just can't see them, artificial cares
And I don't have to be scared any longer
Why the fuck did I move the city
The stars are my only way out of my own mind, what a pity
Every little thing within me gonna nag at me
I can't even see my favorite constellation and I'm mad at it
Raleigh got me feeling dim yeah
Torn down and used up like a gym bag
This shit can - man I can't even drive to a place
Where the stars emerge for me, what a life that I made
Everything so fucking fake
Why can't we just give a little
I guess it must be, must be fate
Something breaks in my mind and I can't relate
Time just takes itself and aggrandizes each second
We better leave now, we shan't be safe
Ain't too shabby the way you patched yourself up
No help up, just days coming, you get up
You picture life in a sunray
Get there in time is a tough take, ugh
Thank god for the friends in my life
Till the end of the times
Just a dude with a rhyme book
That's coming to life
And coming to some headphones near you
Turn that shit up and I can't hear you, ugh
Back at it, rap addict, craft magic with the pad maddened
I'm heated, spitting fire like a demon
Jesus, it's too easy, backpacking'
Let me up the amplitude, fuck the hands of time
Something something I can't decide
If I wanna eat it, rip it, beat it, tear it, chew it, true, it's all a choice for me
Cause at this fucking point it seems my talents are my voice and ink
In the booth with my boys with me
Poison seeping' from the tip of the this point five
Millimeters get hog tied
My schemes have just gone wild
Flashing the world, man, I'm on fire
GOAT of this shit and I'm not trying
Can you imagine the sheer power
Like here's hours I spent trying to put an end to the shit
That just trips me up
Looking for a way I can lift me up
This is what I need to achieve the impossible
An audible called, I'm feeling so fuckin' baller
That I'll sprint to my zone and get ready to get thrown
To the motherfucking stars that I know are up there
I just can't see them, artificial cares
And I don't have to be scared any longer
Why the fuck did I move the city
The stars are my only way out of my own mind, what a pity
Every little thing within me gonna nag at me
I can't even see my favorite constellation and I'm mad at it
Raleigh got me feeling dim yeah
Torn down and used up like a gym bag
This shit can - man I can't even drive to a place
Where the stars emerge for me, what a life that I made
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Writer(s): Eric Dutton
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