I'm just as shallow as people I judge
Dark as the shadows and ill as a grudge
Starve in the attic
I go roam around
Stuck in nostalgia
the silence makes sounds as loud as a tower collapsing
Around this for hours
A round trip to power is bound to surpass the whole budget I brought
If love is so priceless, then why should I go tag along


Chugging my coffee with chaos
Still wide awake on my days off
Color my daydream with crayons
Okay, im way off
take off into my obsessions
sentiments settle, said I’d let go of the pressure
devil is prevalent in the hole I could measure
never let anything get a hold of my pleasure
it’s all for the better, I’ll never forget her
I’ll never regret her



I think I think i think it’s time
tick toc
Don't watch, just listen
as my mind glistens
tick toc
Top of the morning, I’m itching for a new vision to vindicate
been in a twisted state
litter this with a faith
things will get better if I just don’t let it go
find a new method or go take some methadone,
can’t that message home
let alone visit it
hit it and shiver like a fucking blizzard hit
deliver this like Eva
Creeper delivers the pieces of music, no features
feed off the rules that they preach us
breaking the rule is like taking initiative
getting money is just limited to ways you get it with your only options presented like little gifts
glisten with profit
with ribbons
convinced its not toxic

Went to that psych ward and bounced back
recycled tight flows, it sounds sad
but this is life and a soundtrack
and if this shit is just wack, baby so be it
just keep it 100, while itching my tummy
go suck on my penis you leeches are funny
this shit is so sick, it’ll leave your noses runny
relinquish my troubles, while bursting your bubble
you dummy


Play peek a boo
and the people deplete my new wonders
presume that I’m lost, I cruise under a useful facade
I drew something, so truthful
withdrew from the fog
I bruise summers with memories from the cruel months in the winter remember, I ruminate?
do the things
true to say I'm fucked up
I’m usually not like this
but I think a lot like this
like to make ink dry on my wrists
I think you might like this
I think you might spite this
but with or without opinions
I think I might get it in
giving you new shit so brilliant
Really I’m spilling the facts
Conditions harass my whole feeling
I’ve lashed out at women
who drag my decision to fall in love with them
lackluster wisdom
it isn’t fun
It is just hitting my nerves and I’m spinning
dispersing the words that you listen in on and I get my kicks off
off the fact that I Cannot relax
I just rap and I pack up my shit, that’s a fact
it’s a red flag when a bitch likes to flirt and then brag
when a couple dudes hit on her, i gag
my tempers In tact when the temperature passes my comfort
you say you got back, but you fucking front first
kudos, I’ve done worse, what comes first, the truth or discomfort
I lose my whole mind and the truth might align with the foolishness
Take a good look at this ruthlessness
cool, it gets smooth and I knew it rips souls into two
I’m a lunatic
prove you my flow is into tune with this
I don’t stretch truth, used to get cross like a crucifix
they told me work it out, so I just threw a fit,


I'm just as shallow as people I judge
Dark as the shadows and ill as a grudge
Starve in the attic
I go roam around
Stuck in nostalgia
the silence makes sounds,as loud as a tower collapsing
Around this for hours
a round trip to power is bound to surpass the whole budget I brought
If love is so priceless, then why should I go tag along