Is it ever really enough? It’s one more game
Endin on a loss would be a shame
The binge watcha dreads the showstoppa fera sec
Then looks at the depleted bag
Call the man of grass t’ask fera deal
Expect some sorta shpiel
Instead met wit crass sass y’ont get yet
You see the plug that plugged his plug got unplugged, sucks
Could prolly do a set at yuk yuks, if you assumin that I’m afta dabux
My predicaments make me hyuk, hung high dry, we sittin ducks
My crux is a lack o’ self interust, way too much empathy, goals unorthodox
Less worried bout myself than I am about a generation that’s fappin t’roblox
Thee sweet taste of victory when you’ve dopamine thieved
Dinget carried and put in werk, feel satiated and relived
Yo cleaved enemies suspect deceit, hate the team, collectively they seethed
You won the bet to see who’s betta so thou now may be wreathed
Speech ceases conveyin the right feels, seratonin through the roof
Steal a glace atcha opponents and it’s oof
Forced sportsmanship toxic handshake dassa spoof
Genuine relation with this person goes sssssshhhhwww pooof
Huh pardon the goof, shoof, s’all bout winnin n losin or in what yer crusin
All that n the floos are the curcumin of existin hence this rice in dire need of life spicin
You race reckless past big questions like if you been dicin n lacin w’ricin so y’foods poisonin
Tuberculosin, you sicken witduh chase of addiction, I’m invokin sonic healin while searchin f’meanin yet I find myself still feelin stricken
Often times I self debate, am I dancin with the devil or is it with fate
Now a days life dun hand out lemons it’s that loot crate
Battoroyale parachute drop solo or bringuh teammate
Often times I self debate, am I dancin with the devil or is it with fate
Now a days life dun hand out lemons it’s that loot crate
Battoroyale parachute drop solo or bringuh teammate
Why don’t you grab a kebab platta or a cheesecake, remembuh remembuh to drink watuh
This journeys gonna be a doozy folks, needjuh ready f’th’depature
Magic carpet ride on the magna carta, I chartuh
A course lika cartographuh, pave a path widda mental camera
You a commonuh t’th’magnanimous caricature
Take punches but always standin if I fall
The magnitude odda weight carried by a dude shayil up ham ildinya as he stands tall
Destiny plays Russian roulette wid me, the magnum fully loaded, play ball
Fated trial by magma so why not pull back the hammuh, click, end it all
To that I must say nay, ain’t bitin the bullet, or takin the easy way out
Fifth horseman refine powuh to defy scripcha, y’cud picture mah charactuh up on a mount
Oust the needy, the greedy, the sleazy and their emperor Faust
Understand that the fourth power equals the paladins joust
Chasin bein sated, what you got is a gluttonous conscience
Conned by science, stuffin face with glutenous, big pharma shove boots up the innocence
Humanity can see havoc and chaos but continues passing flatulence
You can go ahead and strive to be elated w’elegance, fight fer eminence
I’ll be tryna squash hostilities by killin ignorance
Wild fo duh night, maintain eloquence
Stay grounded with elements, givin prominence to providence
Often times I self debate, am I dancin with the devil or is it with fate
Now a days life dun hand out lemons it’s that loot crate
Battoroyale parachute drop solo or bringuh teammate
Often times I self debate, am I dancin with the devil or is it with fate
Now a days life dun hand out lemons it’s that loot crate
Battoroyale parachute drop solo or bringuh teammate
