Descartes

Fuck all of this shit

Fuck the pressure

Fuck oppression

Fuck the system

It's all a trick

Not a savior

Ain't messiah

Ain't prodigious

Pedagogy failing me

Went to school and I got that degree

A master's in writing the notes to my dreams

Manifested in the lyrics to songs

Constellations telling me I ain't wrong

Come and take a big dip of my sauce

Drowning inside of black ink on the page

Black ink like space

And gimme my space

Bring that shit back

Looking at money like tarot cards

So bring me abundance and bring me cups

Fortune teller no PDA but

PHD in word sorcery

Niggas really think I feel them

Hope they don't, I be Descartes

Niggas really think they flexing

You ain't All Might knock it off

This shit all that I feel

Tingling senses like Spiderman,

Inside of my matter, I'm running miles

Moral is niggas be bugging out

Jump to conclusions, Bugs Bunny

And a tummy rumble

So its lead to page like Tommy gun

Tommy Oliver, morpher the mic

Mighty morphing, please don't act like you Zordon

A minion and I'm being polite

Suck on my thoughts,

Y'all really be lice

Never on me

I'm getting Mizani for hair growth

I'm letting it down once the hairs long

Jojoba oil on beard and face

Clear skin and a clear mind

Glowing like Fenty Highlight

And I just might be onto something

With the self-care

And a drip like monsoon

Remember moon used to follow me home

Follow my gut

gust of wind follow eye of the storm

Typhoon inside of my room

Used to the mess and picking it up

Weight that you carry like tonka truck

Keep it buck