Pocus

[Verse: Zeroh]
I be, I eat
Trying to fly, hollow bones, uh
When you hustle, travel light
I got cds, dvds and socks
Gummy worms and kool aid
Pickles and kool aid
Really, anything with kool aid
(Cop them on palm ?) about looters around school age
Acting like a screw loose
Fifth grade, grey suits, green tie
Tie that chopper with my dudes
Hair no longer than 2 inches high
Or you get bruised
Now I’m grade a, ready every day
Dead inside
Hyped on Friday, new bae (on her way ?)
Weekend town to the bbc, taking flight
Little ripping dime, flirts all night
(Chicks that click shit ?)
Gets on blind niggas and skinnies on skateboards
Baby gang, 20 slang
Slater, azar, space bapes with radars
Diamond cream cake to pay off
We was awesome, uh
Then there was no shoe sage
Whole new page, red wine, no filter jays
Mushroom meditative states
Astrological signs from every culture and age
Shouting out numbers, numbers, numbers
LSD, summer steeze, 47 degrees
Fractal patterning to coincidental happenings
Rap prophecy, apathy, thoughts obsolete
Super spit, too legit for group shit
I suicide, new self, I won ish
Still trying to fuck in public on a hush
Disgusted with my lust, I
Busted on my trust, yuck
The truth is in my clutch
The youth was on my nuts
The juice was just a touch
Too viewed, I had to duck
The money sucked
I got sad, then I got mad
Then I gave my all, but now I don’t give a fuck