Green Wall

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Uh
Okay, It's finally time I think
Okay, watch the stilettos, catch me in the meadow
Running from the light, gotta outrun the shadow
Launch out the shuttle, in Mars I wanna settle
Drama everywhere, I'm the one in the middle
They feel superior, I feel like nothing
Write out my story and say that I'm bluffing
Story of the widows, husband's a gambler
Nobody knew that death was the dealer
I got red eyes, trigger finger on my bedside
Better not lie 'cause I'll find out who you sent by
Lessen my intentions with a mention of the bedtime
If I had a bad time, will I tell my friend's wire?
It might be malfunctioning, and maybe it's another thing
Getting to connect than simply getting her a message in
Consider the ruby string, maybe it's too short or
Maybe someone cut it by not knowing you can court
Someone that you never wanted and you're stuck until they're told
Maybe it's a font that wrote it for you
Maybe your precision's what's ignoring you
If you speak, they say it's nothing but the boring news
Give me something bright, give me something to write home about
Give me something nasty I can shout and scream and cry about
But when it's all dandy you want terrors to come home about
Make up your mind, red or cyan
Gotta realize that we playing with a master hand
Only if determined will you make it to the final stage
Pouring after stress, but the answer ain't the blaster hand
More rage than change demands
Mind is convoluted, think the feather and the levitation
And if the attention is not good enough, I'll fill the mentions
Only in the air, but I can't speak to you in public faces
You want conversation, man, I wish I had the same connection

Huh
Had the same connection
Ah, ah, bitch, I wish I had the same connection
Like nuclear reactors
My name is Lord Quas and this- the broad factor
It's double time, I'm right on time, alright, who's right
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Sounds
Sounds good, sounds good
Uh

It's double time, I'm right on time, alright
Who's right, don't count more than what you got
We on some Earl shit, 'cause my feet of clay hiding under blue LEDs
Everything I see is Celeste and a sliding door
Streetlight, I might write a manifesto, here's to your life and
If we fall, we fall together
Into a dark room with nothing but a green wall
I write and I ball out with time
In six years it might not be the same but my floor sits me right
I'm done with going back
I'm done with going back
Flip three cards, all of it is aces
I got more of those in my sleeve than missing records and dark ages
Missing records like speedrunners
Barely the first one, too late 'cause that time was comin', uh
Lorem ipsum, fill the space in
With boring shit 'til the real writers make content
Fewer conmen, still too many offers
Trade a few dollars for an ancient piece of copper
Could sell it back for double if the buyer is a shopper
If the buyer is a businessman, you in the wrong house, brother
Far in, the game has you pinned
Stretch out a rubber band to shoot a couple friends
Men in black, but the suit don't work as cover
Stretch out tens, and make twenties to pack with rubbers
You need a pen to write you a few checks
While you're at it, make sure that's the only thing you're writin'
If your writer rappin', you gettin' all the scraps then
Checkmate with a peon is unlikely when the enemy is all kings
All peons on this side, watching package gods get mansions on private beachsides
It's too early for this shit
I'm phasing out the picture
If the time is long enough then I guess that I could beat you
Light coming from the ceiling, wait, it's just a light bulb
Nah, it's an iced pulp, the ceiling is gone, hold on
Come on, I said it's too early for this shit
I'm wakin' up from slumber and my walls are calling ribbit
It's light against my green wall, I frame another robot
A robot frames you against the green wall, you in trouble

Thank you
Thank you for comin'
Oh my god

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