Black Holes

[Verse 1]
It's the new outlook, driven through deeper channels
Who's the young rider blacksmith on the ample?
Erase my mind, I'm way too much
Hard to handle, prone to ramble, thinking bout lunch
I love to eat, I love to chill
Every once in a while, I got a license to thrill
Will every spirit think their soul's gotta go
And if you get paid, then it makes you a pro?
Delusions of grandeur written in my hand, words
Scattered and I'm shattered to the force of antimatter
Chilling at the spot, I'm flipping on the fly
Who's the young rider getting way too high?
It's hopеless, it's so easy, it's hard to explain
Emotion in a orgasm dripping sticky pain
I'm likе a video, I don't tell the whole story
Factors in the shackles that the blessings beat bore me
Through the grass, the river on again
Through this beats weed, blunts and gin
Hard like I kick it, you think I don't know?
It's the idea we see on the go
Yes, I'm the man sicker than ever
Wolves whisper that they think they're clever in every endeavor
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Young G
Fighting all you bitches politically
Spirits and demons fornicate as well
Why they're too busy to visit my jail cell
Bruises are reminders of your mortality
Scars are reminders of lessons you can see
It's the new introduction laced with production
Factor turned backwards, sensual seduction
One, two, three, fo', out the do'
Black holes in Sacto

[Verse 2]
Life can beat you down but you gotta stay up
Think about the sound strayed by straight luck
The sniper thoughts hyper, moving to the left
Stomping to the right, yet you know I gets def
Sinking into nothingness, feeling no hope
Drinking into bluff and bliss, lost in the dope
By my life's swerve to the negative verse economy
Type blur sedative, famous like the lottery
The more I keep existing, the more the cycle spins
The more I keep resisting, the more my lightning sends
Who the hell told you I was slipping in the game?
Who the fuck told you I was slipping off the brain?
The weight of my assignments living all backwards
I need to retreat and fill the track with words
Sex on TV, sex on the radio
Sex at the movies, sex to get paid in full
All that has appeal on the physical plane
All that you reveal is cyclical rain
Train if you want, battles' computer animated
Trying to ride and still getting faded
It's a new loss, simple game, true floss
Sprinkle the lane, you know I get (still stay) tossed
Wonder why I got put right here
Wonder why I've lost my sight clear
I'm hurt, delusional, ripped, also hopeless
What the fuck you think about, you know what my dope is?
I used to sell weed, now I just meditate
I used to stress out, now I just concentrate
Would it make a master move see where it takes me?
The feeling which I'm dealing seems that it will break me
I'm lost in these prayers, nothingness is hopeful
Lost in my feelings, still I got the roles to kill

[Outro]
We're here live with Young G today. What's up, Young G?
(What's up, man? How you doing?)
I very, enjoyed watching your performance today. How did you get inspired to do that?
(Well, I woke up today.)
Oh, that's very interesting