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I be chilling in the backroom
Smoking a spliff but I'm hoping my bitch ain't gon' be back soon
Just living in a mad room
Trying to sort out my shit, I need to get some new kicks, maybe a track suit
Start jogging or something, cause I been stuck on consumption
And that shit leaving me beat, I try to keep it discreet
But I just blog the dysfunction I got my heart on my sleeve
I'm always lost in discussions of the shit that I'm dreaming
But my body be gleaming, glowing radioactive
Kid I be doing back-flips, ride the stairs on my mattress
We get stupid like Patrick, other times brain is active
Jump from nonsense and chatter to topics that really matter
I'm a class act with fantasies of hanging out with hash rats
Don't need no fucking fast pass man I'm taking my time
Slow baking my lines, let nature do the divine
Get mine and watch the message rise
But I'm bout to get a fine for walking 'round with sketchy eyes
Pupils like pucks feeling down on my luck
Stay walking down the street but I can't see the signs
F*ck em they don't know nothing, don't tell me my brain is busted
I'm the only one that I can trust in, and I stay true to that lately
Been reduced to a subtle reclusive
See I can't avoid the company so I keep most thoughts to myself
But then I think they hunting me when paranoia accelerates
Pick a me that can delegate, I can't see through the mess I made
Try my best not to penetrate the fabric of whatever had me invested
Don't stress it
There's a right time and place for when to receive a message

I be chilling in the backroom
Smoking a spliff but I'm hoping my bitch ain't gon' be back soon
Just living in a mad room

Yeah, I can feel the shaky vibes
Moving up and down my spine in overtime
I can read between the lines, switching over everything
I wish I had the evidence, but I got the elegance
Maybe this will make me relevant
If you think that I don't I can paint the picture
But I'd rather show you I'm gon' blow
Through the speakers on your phone
Fucking wit it feel my vibes
All that drama pushed aside
Making sure I do my best
Looking forward to the checks, I'm up next
Yeah, yea... yeah
No time think I need a watch, gotta beat the clock
Broken dreams but I dream a lot, is it real or not
Never been the one to break them hearts, I play the part
We trapping out, stand my ground
Center of attention on the picture mount
I mix the sound concoction bitch I'm blasting off
Like a fucking rocket yeah you never gon' stop me
I'm just rolling on the molly
Stay be talking bout some nonsense I'm just tryna find a concept
Lost the keys to my locket and it don't make sense
Wonder where I woulda been if I never had picked up on that pen

I'm chilling in the backroom, going off some spliffs
A couple tabs too, doing like the mad do
Spiteful and Lil Dunk, bring the funk, beats up in the trunk
We heated off the substance and we vicious on the hunt
I said I'm chilling in the back, I'm like a villain on the track
You get kilt when we rap, I flow like silk when I rap
You up in these bars hog tied drop another bomb
Why you even getting mad, this just a crazy act

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