Know Escape (feat. Este) / Raf & Wynnerlude

Too artsy for sport kids, too sporty for art cliques Soul swimmin pretty but my brain reportin shark fins Smoked so much grass I got panic attacks She was justified in cheatin on my cancerous ass Still mad antsy from the voices in my head Still Plaid Pantry for my poison til I'm dead Might take til then for cats to catch my neat bars But any industry pig can get a whiff of my sneak farts These odds, unevenly propitious For a white-cis-het male who won't call women I Insta post woke quotes ensuring the data hittem As my toes soak in performative activism Haunted by the ghost of my unused vacuum Rap tunes, half truths, know me better than Dad do Zone really often, got some holes in my conscious But my pullout game strong... for the phone in my pocket Ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape Superhero cavemen here to save the day Man there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape From the depths of the playpen up to outer space Man there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape Superhero cavemen here to save the day Said there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape From the depths of the playpen up to outer space Imma grafitti my impotence on the walls of China Paint my fingers blue on this rocketship recliner Entwine with the sinkhole that's in this parchment Fist fight with my ego that's determined to make cars flip Barge in a room with no garment farting whole heartedly Towards any starving rapper charging 20 for a tee Pardon me dude I am peeved and jealous Cause I am unrealized potential, no punchline and all premise Sheerly negligent with weird days of decadence My head filled with petty tendencies, pessimistic 'potheses Like I don't trust a vegetarian that don't like avocado I think outer belly buttons should never embrace bravado I'm sustained by mixtapes semantically expressed in mixtapes My pants slim straight though my ass a fixed gape Lip stained by dang douches and shitty-prepared fruit juices Truly too loosy-goose, ain't Know Escapin these excuses Ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape Superhero cavemen here to save the day Man there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape From the depths of the playpen up to outer space Man there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape Superhero cavemen here to save the day Said there ain't Know Escape, ain't Know Escape From the depths of the playpen up to outer space The first thing I notice in the Attic is always those What are those skateboard shoes you have The Janoskis, The Janoskis the beat to death The beat to death, the gums are off There's a hole, this man has a hole between his heel and his sole I don't feel like I can freestyle fully til I'm in the attic with the Janoskis Oh really? No my favorite Is like the autographed signed wall with all these records Or the crampedness and it's super hot In the Attic it's like a hundred degrees up there Honestly, the night that we sat back and played Pajama Sam and SSX Tricky for like four or five hours Yeah And the thing goes out it goes, blooo oooh oooh Hahahaha You sound like Patrick doing the leee-oh-lee-oh-leee Haaa I'm looking it up what's the name of those games Lee-oh-lee-oh-leeee Hahaha