Lonely Photons

(álbum: Vol 5.5 - 2017)

Yo, kill the clementines
Feel the severed ties
I'll but energized
Turn to the demons
Should I kill 'em
Or let 'em die?
It's not clear to me why I oughta really respect myself
All I've ever done was crumble and then neglect my health
Wow, life's a ride
I'm surprised I met the height requirements
It does not appear that I'm right for my environment
Tiring, ticket date's expiring
And I've barely seen a tenth of the whole park
Still, with the state that I am in

Fire in the hole
Crying in a ball (in a ball)
Trying to gather all my feelings that even a rhyme couldn't hold
I'm quite a fucking mess
Quietly obsessed with self
And I'm not sure what to make of all my stress
And still, I never take advice (nope), I never do (why?)
Which is weird 'cause it's always given by much better dudes (true)
Perhaps I'm obsessed with my own misery
Feels like if I ain't unhappy, then it isn't me

Drifting, I'm drifting
Not affected by gravity
I have no mass in living
And no charge to live happily
I keep drifting and drifting (Yeah I keep drifting)
Drifting and drifting (Yeah I keep drifting)
Drifting and drifting (Drifting, drifting)
My existence is baffling, yuh (DRIFITING)

Yo Melancholy, is you still here? (Yup)
Yo Melancholy, is you still here? (Yup)
Yo Melancholy, is you still here? (Yup)
No, Melancholy, I am you
God damn you

I never could figure out the speed time moves in
I'm useless
If it doesn't stop time, why use it?
I don't know no better
Slo-mo stepper
Feet are all stuck in the goop
Fuck if it's true
Stuck in it, fuck it, ain't no fucking with you
What could I lose? Everything
I'ma let 'em swing
On sight it's BUCK BUCK BUCK
I put in way too many hours for all this "What, what, what?" (HMM)
My resume is just some fucked up bluffs (HMM)
You either hold me back or lift me up, up, up (HMM)

Double shot of liquor with the IPA
Art is fiction, rip apart your writtens
Sickle to your heart and stick it
Hadouken hits, ooh he spit the fire
I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up
Don't you split the wire
I put it down (on motherfuckers)
Boy, my whole clique misfits
Normalcy's a myth and it seems so fictitious
Goodnight to melancholy
I'll see ya soon, ho
Find me in the dojo getting too throwed
That's judo

I'm brute, though
Club getting swung, I'm indecent
It's all the same shit from the slums to the beaches
Crumbs turn to beef
Then it's just kill or be killed
If y'all scared to be the next Dilla, we will
Oh I'm motherfucking fearless
When there's pen and pad in front of me
A bitter, saddened wannabe
Yo shit gets slapped for fronting G
I'm really that guy
Don't fuck with Billy, a million deep
I'm trill for that, why?
I'd fucking kill for that ride!

I'm sick of talking all barking
Transform you, All-Sparking
And all that whoop, whoop, whoop
I'm 'bout to swoop through, ooh
I keeps metal in the car like its 87 thrash shit
One-trick ponies doing 87 backflips
Now suck my dad's dick...
Fuck 'em