Chill

My minds full of parasites that the paradise itself
Catch me with no alibi
Eating pear pie in hell
Man I'm just some average guy
See I'm paralyzed Nyquil
Sipping when the devil constructing
A paradigm for self
Uh
Analog my catalog is impressive
Food for thought turn the channel off and digest it
Rather when they watch it now I'm the god to the restless
It's a birthday party all your gods on my guest list
Guess who came, nobody
No deities, no, angels, no party
Go Figure
Play Action figures with yourself
6AM I'm writing fucking catchy shit that don't make sense
And I'm about to bounce the shower
And then I'm off to class
Something something Big Tiddy
Something Something Ass
Something whoop
Something swag
Alright I got to go
My mind ain't my home it's my fucking catacomb
Yuck

[And then chill, chill, chill, chill] x3

Yeah chill, chill yeah