veldt

[Chorus]

Wait

They tell me I'm way too manic

Too busy stannin' BROCKHAMPTON and killin' choruses

I don't needa retort

You should consider uppin' your standards

Or grab your stolen romantic

You can't compare what's present to what's in store

[Segue]

Play this record as frequently as—

(Mmm)

Okay, it's happening, everybody stay calm

Yeah

What's the procedure everyone? What's the procedure?

Stay ****ing calm

(br-br-brakence)

[Post-Chorus]

I'm-I'm done askin' when the pain gonna stop

All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah

So I'ma say just what I thought

There is no expression on the face of God

You are listening to a child at play

And please don't lay me in your box

Coffins make me lazy and in hell I wanna spark, yeah

Don't wanna wake up in the dark

There is no expression on the face of G—

[Segue]

If you ever catch on fire you should stop, drop, and roll

[Verse 1]

Whoa, on your spine like a little cousin

But take my sweet time when I spit a dozen, yeah

People ask if this my prime

Peek a couple doors right, on sight, only will be stuntin'

Uh, I just gotta put my mind to somethin'

Pretend I practice on the dollar, but you know I’m bluffin'

Money is time, but who needs to pay

When a divine four minutes and 59 gonna save me

Weight fades, that's a moral slate

Need your mother remotivatin' with cordial hate

Ain't no story, cater to the allegory

Like a hero's ballad with nothin' but a belated date

Zero status with a bullcat bureau

I'm on that full cap quiero

I spiraled down to pose here and say

If I'ma get it, no Novocaine

Better bring the gang wit' me, I'm a sober man, yeah

[Bridge]

Whoa, well, I can't take my time

But it's been confusin' tryna make up my mind

Is this illusion tryna live in your eyes?

In your eyes (Whoa)

Uh

[Verse 2]

But lived through it when my voice arose

The path is littered with hurdles taller than coffee

I avoided loads of problems in that skinny body

But my purpose is more than callin' my fault

Write in homage

That's a whole lot

God knows, I promise I'm gon' grow from the hate

Yeah, I feel the love when it goes away

While you're too golden to care about our decay

[Chorus]

Wait

They tell me I'm way too manic

Too busy stannin' BROCKHAMPTON and killin' choruses

I don't needa retort

You should consider uppin' your standards

Or grab your stolen romantic

You can't compare what's present to what's in store

And it's automatic

I gotta have it, ain't so static

I'm foreshadowin', it's about to happen

You mad 'cause I got the advantage no shock tactics

Make reckless abandon a torch against dogmatics, and

[Post-Chorus]

I'm-I'm done askin' when the pain gonna stop

All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah

So I'ma say just what I thought

There is no expression on the face of God

And please don't lay me in your box

Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark

Yeah, don't wanna wake up in the dark

There is no expression on the face of—

I'm done askin' when the pain gonna stop

All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk

Yeah, so I'ma say just what I thought

There is no expression on the face of God

And please don't lay me in your box

Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark

Won't wanna wake up in the dark

There is no expression on the face of God