[Intro]
(Like this, ok, let’s go)
[Chorus]
Skip your breakfast and hide under your desk bitch
I’m reckless as a checklist with one hundred investments
Spread it thin like medicine, the evidence is present
You guessed it, I’m a jester and the diagnosis presented is
The pitch black recesses of your hesitant head, it’s
Not often that you ponder what’s inside what you’re left with
These days, people never long for Ominous Presents
Ominous Presents
[Verse 1]
Don’t ask me about the lunch that’s in my backpack or none of that
People be wondering, something’s going across they tracks
People be pondering, did he really just say that?
Forward step, forward step, but I may step Maybach
Never an expensive mineral across my neck-back
People with these stories, yes, he really did said that
Might electric car-it, but I wouldn’t want a race track
Just a way to go in between places, flows, and livesplores
Any competition that you and I have practiced equal time for
Is mine, sure. Pleasantry is divine but
Sometimes my grind makes time feel like an anchor
I’m so weighed into the moment like a scale on stage, sure
So they see my numbers as I’m prophesizing, yuh
Hope this is transparent as some rags we wearin, yuh
A glass pane, for instance, excuse me for the monologue
Hunters forming collectives with some wild doggies
[Chorus]
Skip your breakfast and hide under your desk bitch
I’m reckless as a checklist with one hundred investments
Spread it thin like medicine, the evidence is present
You guessed it, I’m a jester and the diagnosis presented is
The pitch black recesses of your hesitant head, it’s
Not often that you ponder what’s inside what you’re left with
These days, people never long for Ominous Presents
Ominous Presents
[Verse 2]
Soft as a pillow, but I’ll smother your face bitch
Black and blue face, oxygen displacement
Wait a minute, that’s the flow exaggerating a bit
Everyone knows it who grows into notes that are elegantly wrote and arranged, sure
I’ll park walk all day, but I’m not a ranger
Don’t know many people, but I’m not a stranger
Don’t lie in my lyrics, but I’m not a strangler
Don’t cry when you hear it, but I might be banged up
Metaphorically speaking for what is on my mind, yuh
Everything is sure, everything is fine, but
Everything is pouring into everything enough
Measures pouring over words and bars and things, yuh
Used to concentrate for hundreds and hundreds of hours
Questions and suggestions on things that always started with, “How her…”
Life’s so good when removable's the obstacles
Good challenges reap rewards, I’m very well despair-endowed
[Chorus]
Skip your breakfast and hide under your desk bitch
I’m reckless as a checklist with one hundred investments
Spread it thin like medicine, the evidence is present
You guessed it, I’m a jester and the diagnosis presented is
The pitch black recesses of your hesitant head, it’s
Not often that you ponder what’s inside what you’re left with
These days, people never long for Ominous Presents
Ominous Presents
[Verse 3]
We’re all afraid of something, and I’m its embodiment
I say I’m something, the people seem profited
Processes occurring don’t know when they’re ending
When they’re trending, it really depends perpetually on impact
Something really fat, then something else a thin track
Something really wack, then something else a grin tacked
On your face displayed in amazement, it’s crazy, isn’t that?
People so calm, desensitization to reality in-tact
Overload the boat, it’ll know it and it’ll shudder
Millions of little dealings with feelings feels like enough words
Many many women be kneeling and feeling the ceiling above her
Lots of language processing can really pay if you’re a buff nerd
I’m never cynical, I’m in love with too much for that
That logic might not run it, but I’m running back
Just to find something worth it for this wondrous task!
What’s revealed inside your spirit might meet a thumb tack
So have some fun with that. Wah!
[Chorus]
Skip your breakfast and hide under your desk bitch
I’m reckless as a checklist with one hundred investments
Spread it thin like medicine, the evidence is present
You guessed it, I’m a jester and the diagnosis presented is
The pitch black recesses of your hesitant head, it’s
Not often that you ponder what’s inside what you’re left with
These days, people never long for Ominous Presents
Ominous Presents
[Outro 1]
(Might feel like that like Ominous Presents…)
[Outro 2]
(Forward Step)
