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lyrics
I know I can be a bastard but I sort of wish this shit would happen faster
I mean, admit it. I'm sick, whole clique on that shit that'll give you cancer
Carcinogenic romances. Spit nonfiction through different lenses
Pay attention. Neuromancer. It'll come back again, this is the Inception.
Going bigger like Zimmer I'm gonna blow up
I'm the score to these four horsemen like it's they final cut
adorned the end it's more important but before this I'd like to
storm over this endless sea of art,
throw these pirates off port
off sorts chasing clout and nothing more, shit
I mean admit it I'm sick, not algorithmic so these kids missed the passion and the realness.
I've seen definitive bullshit, all systemic so these mids bitches rose from the cess, losing feeling.
I need a minute to get lit so this shit is pleasant and I don't write something so depressing.
I mean admit it, tradition is to ride a wave and follow the path, not forge it. Foraging, guess I was built for this forestry.
I mean admit it I'm sick, not algorithmic so these kids missed the passion and the realness.
I've seen definitive bullshit, all systemic so these mids bitches rose from the cess, losing feeling.
I need a minute to get lit so this shit is pleasant and I don't write something so depressing.
I mean admit it, tradition is to ride a wave and follow the path, not forge it. Foraging, guess I was built for this forestry.
I need a hit, yeah I need a hit.
But I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't it.
I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't shit.
I need a hit, yeah I need a hit.
But I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't it.
I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't shit.
Lyrical and tonal recognition when my face decomposing
growing mold on my tombstone while these kids hang posters
of it on their wall 'cause they noticed I was closest to the source
raw and not forced, open with my thoughts
if you listen, every breath is from the heart
I know most of you like the music my band makes and mistake this part for a sidequest
but nah, this ain't a king to a jarl
but I don't wanna say god
never go Ye with my ego (oh my lord)
but I gotta somehow cut through the peephole
to the right crowd before I'm down
spread my shit around before my ashes fall to the ground
I mean admit it I'm sick, flow intrinsic, nontraditional, time is a circle, my mind centripetal
Run around slowpokes mental and physical, I'm up, pen down, smoke that medicinal
I mean I'll admit I need a hit, fuck you, pay me. Well, shit. That didn't work, what the fuck was I saying?
I need a hit, yeah I need a hit.
But I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't it.
I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't shit.
I need a hit, yeah I need a hit.
But I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't it.
I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't shit.
I mean admit it I'm sick, not algorithmic so these kids missed the passion and the realness.
I've seen definitive bullshit, all systemic so these mids bitches rose from the cess, losing feeling.
I need a minute to get lit so this shit is pleasant and I don't write something so depressing.
I mean admit it, tradition is to ride a wave and follow the path, not forge it. Foraging, guess I was built for this forestry.
I need a hit, yeah I need a hit.
But I'ma keep it real, this probably ain't it.
Brain Rapp’s recent album deals with the ups and downs of real life: health scares, bad breakups and newfound love. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2017
