DROWNING

[Verse 1]

You left me when I needed you most

My mind and soul falling apart, my body bleeding and broke

Heart pounding 'til I felt the final beat in my throat

Now when I'm looking in the mirror all I see is a ghost

Boo. I guess I'm the white Casper

Oh, he's already white? Uh, fuck it- I write blacker

I meant darker and deeper, I'm like Campbell

Or Blackwood, or Lovecraft or even Edgar Allen

So many references, definitely I'm back with

A vengeance, but what do you expect with a white rapper?

Just for a glance or slight chance I might catch her

I'm camped in a white van outside of her night classes

For the venue tonight, dressed to the nines and quite dapper

With a full black suit and type-hat like Mike Jackson

With the white gloves, but they might color switch right after

Time will only tell us what tonight might unravel

Out early from class, it appears it's quite cancelled

I lower my seat kind of how I lowered my standards

I'm playing it cool, like an ice pack, there's

Only a minute left til I jump out and I grab her

[Verse 2]

You really did a number on my mental

So tonight I'm repaying the favor back to you, tenfold

You notice I'm patiently waiting and begin to tremble

But I'm quick to the draw, pulling the drawstrings, let's go

Traffic swerving, zoom zooming like a Mazda ad

Ain't got a plan but I'm a man and god, I've got a van

Ah shit yeah, in the back's a monstrous can of noxious gas

So quit the hollering or I'mma send you off to la la land

Stop the damn screaming bloody murder, quit bouncing too

Bet your damn ass the vans padded and it's sounded proof

From the front to back, and wall to wall and fucking ground to roof

Like a ghost in plain sight, there ain't no sense in shouting boo

Two miles out, I got a deadline to meet

You got one too. I'm bound to make a fucking headline this eve

You're bound too. By your hands, head, neck, thighs and feet

Just lean in closer babe, I got a little question, do these

Rags smell like chloroform or fucking enzymes and bleach?

As you slowly inhale, I slide you inside a sheet

It's kind of rude of you, I thought you would have said bye at least

Goodnight my dear little angel, you bet it's bed time my sweets

[Verse 3]

We're pulling up at the desert location

Where my utility toolkit is presently waiting

The past is the past, and now the present is wasting

So let's treat it like a gift, a special occasion

I unwrap you from a sack in the back of the van

You see a chance and you dash as fast as you can

You're a speedy little bitch, a Labrador, damn

You nearly made it out the door but I'm grabbing your hand

Come on girl you know you ain't no fucking Usain Bolt

Quit making a scene now, this ain't no fucking movie role

Hold on to your seat the scene I'm bout to paint, though

Is sure to make em say "Whoa" more than two rainbows

I got a couple of knives and a satchel of tools

That are rusted and kind of a hassle to move

But I can't stop now, cause when I plan, my planning goes through

It's finally time for us to bury the hatchet, and you