Teaching me to coexist is not too similar to drifting
I plank upon the waves, plank upon my only face
Up the bay, the bullets blame, and it's on me every day
Driving straight into the lane, left side of me, double glance
Had it all before my ways, triple up to something made
My mind of that being strange, one way to get claim of fame
Raging, I can stay awake, only so long till I raise
Not like you can be one plane, takes it, takes two of us, tang
Oh, and here we go again, grey on shapes and old expressions
But for me, it's at a pace, pasting, posting photos, great
Aimless in my throwing shade, dark is under eyes for page
Up just like that, I erase, light like turning off the flame
Put in place of that, arrange, smotal chest is poor, I hate
But I love self-decorate, destiny with golden chain
Salmon stick through ears, ring bang, sounding off, still speaking
Volumes, violence, you can see my eyelids barely close as sleep exists
Only when my mind admit, expertise of enemies
Doing same as me, commence, trying hard to not give in
Tracing paper origins, of them not at all like me
They all fucking wannabes, yo
How many damn times now have you done making errors of
Places seen I'm anguished on, getting so unbearable
Like I'm eating beef for breakfast, nails and all cereal
Mirrors while I'm peering them, easier than clearing frost
Scrumming like I'm bugging, getting bit while I chew em up
Mental, mental, rebel, giving me wings until I fall
Like them birds get cowards shot, scary them when crows
Can't count chemicals, make pan and all
This shit more convenient cause, foil me, demeanor raw
Take me back to how we got, talk until my jaw gets locked
Right until the care of plot, pockets full of memorable
Menace thoughts besides the point, I'm still creeps to everyone
Click comparison to gone, with the wind I'm taking flight
Oh shit I say J, I float, not like everyone
Taste comparing to my errors, age of arc and I'm transparent
When next praying, hope my aim is better, take another shot
Hoping that it makes me strong, memorize amazing songs
Starlight on my dialogue, need another person talk
On those spitting monologue, when the 60 minutes rock
In my head there's no response, like a waste of nameless thugs
This shit make my sense alone, all my pits and stomach munch
Too much for my organs handle, but I do it just for ammo
For my head I'm feeling lost, in it I'm just drowning sauce
Marinara vodka, I'll do the track