[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, look, uh
Check
[Verse]
When they masked up, they comin' for your ice
When they bare face, they comin' for your life
They got amnesia
How I make it hooping overseas? No FIBA
Hydra-headed, hungry for the hope, real eater
Korsakoff, lose it all, tryna chase the feelin'
Before I ran my divisional, clocked out on father time 'round half past miserable
Dive in blunted where YNs be jumpin'
Rob you for your [?] so you know really who run it
Codеine in Nantucket
My phone rang out, I'm at thе Nando's spillin' Peri on expensive jumpers
The Kerouac of my clan
Life's a lady on the arm of Bill Borroughs
You can William Tell how it'll end for us
No race was run, no walk of prophetic toenails
Just a monkey on my back, transgression on the coattails
Brain circulatin', weak from regurgitation
Common sense said food poisonin', but it felt greater
'Cause every 24/7 later, I been treatin' every healthy breath like a heavenly grace
Blow grand before that CeraVe even touched my face
Either that, or I'm spider-webbed by my past mistakes
The paralysis demon [?], projectin' European envy on my people
Absorb what I could from the husk of my heroes
If they weren't murdered, they were burnt out
Curbed enthusiasm 'less they curbed out
Hands that swore to protect you, they now reject you
Can't apologize, 'cause they was never subjected to it
Still, I cherish my buoyancy through rewardless seas
Told you devils I could topple regimes
Sung the Guangdong swan song, PRC (Uh)
[Interlude]
There's only really one story, like on Earth
It gets retold so different many ways, which is like, figuring it out
Making sense of that shit like literally—
(Yeah, look)
[Refrain]
Stripped from birth of our passions
Seared for my color like Maillard reaction
Gear up, lover, this land not for lastin'
Has-beens hashtagging grifts for the rations
Stripped from birth of our passions
Seared for my color like Maillard reaction
Gear up, lover, this land not for lastin'
Has-beens hashtagging—chyeah, uh
Stripped from birth of our passions
Seared for my color like Maillard reaction
Gear up, lover, this land not for lastin'
Has-beens hashtagging grifts for the rations
Stripped from birth of our passions
Seared for my color like Maillard reaction
Gear up, lover, this land not for lastin'
Has-beens hashtagging grifts for the rations
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