Nujabes be blessin' me with all the best beats
at my feets, like hey peeps, bring yo streets and yo mindpiece
let 'em know the stories that you're poring over real deep
in the recesses where excessive sweatin' ain't over beef

it's about the real me, whether there's a real me
anything but what I project over who directs me
preferences apparent but now I'm scared to annoy peeps
over things I see as regressive tendencies I preach

mind bleach, please, 'fore I roll back
into the angry little edgelord I'd wanna troll, slack
jawed in the mirror 'cause emotions won't ever show, black
hearted from the start, they said it and I felt the blowback

like I shot a big gun, fired straight up at the sun
pounded me into the Earth, now I'm just a lil' stub
torso in the dirt writing on papers around me
will they simply leave me here or will the try to drown me?

beggin' 'em at times to run me over with a tractor
when you're empty at the core you just know how to be an actor
what's the role? can I play it? can't I just go get faded?
why does living on this earth gotta be so damn complicated?

I remember as a kid, man I hated my life
now I'm twenty-seven, all I feel is love for my wife
nothin' else, it's all numb, hate myself, feel so dumb
she gets sad, give her cum, play some games, chew some gum

back to work, nose to the grindstonne
how else am I supposed to afford a nice home?
how else am I supposed to pay for fun shit to do?
realize the visions that to you all are invisible?

but I barely care enough, barely wanna live long
barely wanna do much but get my dick sucked and make songs
got power to maybe generationally change shit
still, see oncoming cars and tempted to make that lane switch

Please don't tell me this is paradise
I've been dreaming something much more nice
If this is all there is then why fight?
Please don't say your endgame is my life
It's not right

Caveat Emptor to all who admire me
I know I'd fire me if I had ever hired me
And I mean by firing squad, I'm gayer than god
And deserve to be deader than a dorknob
Fat slob, but I quit smokin'
So I won't be chokin' on anything other than dick for a while
Never been in style
Stayed actin' like somethin' of a prick, and it's riled up
Some punks who act like I stabbed someone
Just cause I gave a 1 to their favorite show
Do you even know what is an opinion?
Objectivity doesn't exist, I told you a million times
There is no rule to rhyme, no design
Only what you decide that you like at this time
And I hate myself
So don't emulate me unless your better with self-help

Return from the rubble a god, damn
Menace to society runnin' thru the pockets of your family
Nineteen, out of body rockin' out to Hatsune, Miku
Drinking Mountain Dew and getting banned for loli porn on 4chan
No stans, nobody pans out but the devout disturbed
Yeah, that's my turf, I'd maybe defer to Dick
Or Jess, but I've paid my dues to have feed to peck
In order I'm our'devours 'cause I'm heard
But full course I don't serve 'cause
I still ain't matured past
Two blunts in one swerve
My shared universe has a fuckin' house in the 'burbs
And a leased X1 that I took ROC to Atlanta
Bitch I'm gigantic
Forbes certified, I'd like some reviews, Santa!

Everything is food for me, I'll chew through you to help me think
I blink and new ideas are formed too far beyond what I perform
Nor anything considered norm, more formless than what I've beholden
Olden gods give nods to waves I send through space and time to
Make them hear my rhymes and give their grace
To shit all over their work in haste
Debased myself like every day 'cause everyone already hated me
From day one so it's more fun to role dice with the culture
Yes I'm a vulture, bitch, I gobbled your father's pancreas
My absolute territory is universe nine
A harmonized hivemind homesteading time