[Verse 1: (Drunk Walk Home) PG-13]

The millennial prenatally advised but regarded
As the kid who didn't actually truly try his hardest

Special yet surely not reta---
I was taught some thoughtful morals from my parents since I first started
Talking and walking on my own
Yo I played the xylophone
I was a wild one
Matured into a mellow speakin mild tone

Nigga
Dialect like Caucasians,
Smart as Asians,
Bound to blow up like Arabians

Nihilistic? nah agnostic atheist
Philo-sophisticated
Phil lost never say that

But fists are rarely getting painted,
Naw I mean guns,
I mean they rarely getting drawn
I don't fight so I don't need one

My words are weapons
I indite with spite
I smite mushy soft pussy niggas
You think u tight?

Yo I'll wet em up
Trying to figure out the
Reason that you stuck
I'm on the paper chase till the death bruh

Runnin this like asics
Si fuckin foreign you're in a basic B
No spacibo

The game ain't dead call Dr. Carter, Willie The Kid, and me yo
The cures you just, placebo

Just
D O,
I T,
Nike
That's me though
Like I didn't break a knee
Or like I'm still a great athlete, a pro

But no shit happens
For a reason
I found a new passion a nigga started rapping yo

I'm spitting this on a drunk walk home
I left the bar and I raised it off the top of my dome
I got wasted last night and my weed all gone
Wait I can taste it,
But I'm baked in my niche, my zone
Aye it's,

The apex keystone beast of the rap biome
I'm talkin APES shit
I go ape shit
I'm smokin niggas like 8 cigs
No fuck dat dude be playing bitches like my Asus

My lap-top
Don't got a piece just an apple
Strike the matchbox
Bite it ripe
To get the knowledge fast; nah
I split a half, burn an eightth, walk the path
Siddhartha paved
Eightfold...

I'm slick as a greaser and
I stay gold my secret?
Midas molested me..
I was like a day old

You on parole
And I ain't even in the system holmes
Yeah I smoke but I'm slick, that's just how I roll
My joints
Are messed up that's why I started rapping
My knees forecasting before I spit the shower on you bastards
This is passion


[Verse 2: (Escape Theory) PG-13]

Don't get close to the edge I'm a pushover
But my lyrics on par with the Mars Rover (curiosity)
I'm strung out nigga like a guitar, hold up
Y'all know music is my drug of choice

OD on volume not Valiums
Drop bars like absolute value
My value if I didn't have a voice?
It would drop a lot
See I don't drop a lot but butterfingers with the versus and I heat a little pot

Don't get it it twisted
My grip is unparalleled
Intricate flows sticking with you like caramel

A pairofsouls blocking shade while I para-sail
Fly skinny nigga, "shouts out to all the pear" I yell

I ain't talking that fast just to snails
I had to get slugged by life for I was out my shell
Now,
I'm on the fast track u see my car tail lights
Smoking niggas like Mexican cartel pipes

Who
Fuck me? nigga fuck you
I'm hungry too
I'll kill every last beast in the zoo
Eat your food
Or I will fool
I turn you into stew
Cause I don't bite lyrics
I don't have to chew when I crush you into soup

But usually I do
I mean I chew em up and gleek out
I spit wild
You freak out when I speak out
I'm approaching my peak now
But I can't even see how
Far away it is
Still in the exposition of this