POKEBALLS* (539)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I'm tired of showing up for trust, and for love

Just so y'all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)

I'm tired of showing up for trust, and for love

Just so y'all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)

I'm tired of showing up for trust, and for love

Just so y'all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)

I'm tired of showing up for trust, and for love

Just so y'all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]

Said nigga, brother, nigga, brother, what you living for?

Is you gon' finish what you started? What you quitting for?

They told me God sent me a mission, but I'm missing the supplies to complete it

I ain't the one you should read in, I'm used to being defeated

So nigga, brother, who you standing with?

I'm independent 'cause these parties never planned for this

Brother nigga with a brain, unintentionally changin' the fuckin' game

The feeling's never the same, you chase what you couldn't gain

I'm so accustomed to flames, I couldn't tell you what's fire

Situation is dire, hear them calls from the choir

The disposition acquired from my position on Earth

Is telling me, "Decapitate everything for what it's worth"

When I die, these words gon' need separate caskets and a hearse

I don't rhyme, I freeze time and let these hands just do the work

I'm in tandem with this curse, going manic since my birth

See this canvas as my plan, and I'm commanding with my nerves, bitch

[Verse 2: JOBA]

I know an eye for eye would leave the whole world blind

But I been feeling like I gotta catch 'em all, suck my Pokéballs

Don't wanna force it, but it's important that I stay on my clockwork orange

In all respects, the hammer rob me but the [?]

This is something different, bruh

Never in my life have I felt so inclined

To just disappear or break a jaw

Stay on the fence, 'cause when I look to both sides

I see rabid dogs, foaming at the mouth and shit

Guess what?

I found my fucks to give, and I came a long way from sleeping on that crusty couch in the driveway

Matter of fact, we all did

So superglue your lips

And just enjoy the hits

And you can keep the salt

'Cause that's a shitty dish