Intro(vert)

[Intro]
Look around you, nothing works
The only thing we’re- a kid is presented with is
When you grow up, what, y’know, uh
You can join the army, you can go to war, you can get a gig, uh working as an engineer, become a vegetable
And drive to work in your own car, your own big metal box and-
What joy is there in life? Life should be- life is- is and should be… ecstasy
Being alive should be a joy and it’s a drag
For most people because uh
They never had a chance to figure it out for themselves
What they wanted to bе
“You were a this, or you’re gonna bе a this”

[Interlude]
*Coughing*
Uh
Got to put the hardest tracks at the start of the fuckin’ tape bruh
This how this shit work
Nutcracker
Hahaha

[Verse]
You step inside of my shoes, when I step in the booth (Yeah)
When there’s something to prove, you ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Nah)
When I’m cuttin’ a tune, life I live is the muse (For real)
Nowhere to go if this ain’t work you just want something to do
Ain’t got the time for this shit to be a hobby no more (Nah)
Empathy still a kid, but I could die in the morn’ (Real)
So I’ll spend the night writing ‘til my fingers are sore (Yeah)
I spit a verse full of passion, you spit a verse cause you bored (Aye)
Swear my whole persona changed, they ain’t pick up my calls
You learn who the real ones are when your stumbling, falling
Who supporting when I’m sober when I need it the most? (Who?)
If you ain’t happy for me homie, better leave me alone
And don’t call yourself my homie all you did was repost (Repost)
I had bitches that were fuckin’ me because of my flows (My flows)
And that’s more than you ever did don’t be hittin’ my phone (Phone)
The snakes become evident when the grass in a cone (Grass in a cone)
For real