Sleeptalking

(альбом: New Moon - 2019)

My momma told me speak; but words are held accountable
Speaking starvation, feeling worthless cause my mouth is full
Work is insurmountable, curve me with the palpables
Unexplained abstracts: serving by the mountainful
Circuits I just drown into, a circus sans a clown or two
Work, slack, work, what the fuck has that amounted to?
Awkward interactions at the grocery store
Homies turn to overlords
The least holy tend to win that holy war
Sonic with the conies, boy
I'm Sonic, get your cronies floored
Blunt gut graveyard: I tag the shit as stogie gore
Boy I count pennies but never ever spend them shits
Special K; gnarly dude, I'm sloppy as my penmanship
Watch me while I live this shit, silly with the gunplay
Cartoons and Cereal; I'm really with the Gunplay
Ride 'til I die, or 'til I crash into a Hyundai
Raw with the flow, I feel like every night is Monday
Fucking up Buffering the stuff that causes bubbleguts
Butterfly abundant, cause, tighter than a tummy tuck
Pumice and the bumble buck: buzzing while I'm stoned as hell
I've seen stranger things but I don't know Winona well
Show these fuckers holy hell, Sake in the holy grail
You probably jam Hopsin, tweeting daily how you're woke as hell
Full split shorty hit the Jean Claude, see ya
You'll never see it coming, camouflage John Cena
Pimping on a budget like it's Don Juan's Kia
Boy you'll never get gold but your bronze on chia
Chyeah, Aye
I'm sick of picking up these pieces
The puzzle is eternal still
This earth is but a hell that's camouflaged between some worthless thrills
And we just balance little cups, it makes me hurt to spill
Momma told me never stop dreaming
I don't think I'll ever wake up from this heaven, but it's
[*crashing*]
FUCK

[*alarm*]