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Inside these dreams of mine
I bought an alarm clock cause I needed time
Is it five or three, I can't see the line
Sippin' Coke in the desert, yeah I'm feelin' fine
Can't find it, even though I surround it
The door to the key that be hidden like Atlantis
I be praying for a hint looking like a Mantis
Instead I got a flint and steel
Light up my favourite meal
You never had this
That sweet perfume
When I smell it, alveoli bloom
Travellin' my blood, now I got my vroom
I look at death in the eyes
I guess I got competition
I never listen to the people that are trynna help me go far
And then I wonder why I'm stuck here alone now
Writing raps and facts, no one will ever hold me back
Return of the Mack
Cause I was born with the flow
I don't even go outside on the weekends
It's three pens playing defense like an Epipen
I'm Peter Pan, with the green pants and the big hands on thick sand
Writing a hit and I hit send
Bitch
I'm bleeding droppin' off the ceiling
Speeding on my skateboard
I got distracted by the beat, bitch
Where's my cereal
I swear it's devious, my problem fucking serious
I think you know it's obvious, I yell it to the audience
Don't know what I'm supposed to be
And death is always close to me
Cock up the glock
This living shit is killin' me
And Mamma told me not to give
I said"Of course"
I fit my promise inside a cup
Never endorsed
I never feel a ashamed, what a shame
I don't matter
It don't matter when my brain splatter