[Verse 1]
Night stalker, unidentified like a flying saucer
Smooth talker, negotiating a rude offer
Like O'Leary, scream at God, but he won’t hear me
Can't see you, so I'm talking my shit like I'm Blind Fury
A convoluted sick suicidal what kinda human
I probably wouldn't tell anybody if I'ma do it
Like mama sorry on a vacation at God's safari
I go out on the date of my birth to surprise the party
[Bridge]
Walking breathing, contradiction, I'm not living
I'm not missing, flow clean like a mopped kitchen
I'm bull shittin', full raging and half assin'
You wonder why this shit gettin' tense 'cause we past action
[Verse 2]
You don't get it, don't jack it, you dont live it
I'm my own critic, if you dont fuck wit' me, don't listen
I am not sweating, unbothered, I'm not pressin'
But I'm bipolar, get colder in hot seconds
Listening to the darkness with only light in the vision
The stench of impending sickness, feeling nothing specific
No symptoms a side effect of the infection I've been given
In the land of the free, where the call to God is restricted
Life ain't like a casino, I gamble and then I'm cashing out
I wake up moving backwards, I hit the hay then I'm passing out
Just passing through, I ain't here to stay, just something to set the tone
A sack of flesh and bones ain't the only that I'm dragging out
I hem and haw, nip and gnaw at the string of fate
The him and her, the destiny we all seem to think we await
Like tied around the finger, I been done saw me a deeper place
Where no degree of separation says that you and me relate
There prolly ain't no signal in the place that we connect
We prolly ain't as vital to the plot as we expect
When time come for the soul eject what happen to the rest
I got a feeling it's gon' be some shit I can't accept, yeah
I got a feeling it's gon' be some shit I can't accept, yeah
[Outro]
I got a feeling it's gon' be some shit I can't accept
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