Conformation Bias

[Intro]
Huh?
Huh?
I'm recording this shit in my motherfuckin' bedroom
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
I'm walking down the street with a blade all in my abdomen
I tried to do the seppuku, it couldn't do the master in
Scarred, flawed, manic, struggle dancing on his path of sin
I thought I had friends but I only had mannequins

Don't get too excited, over-rated are the ratios
Hate for breakfast with a side of eggs and fellatio
Wholesale souls leave holes where they woulda been
Never find time for mine, I'm holding up my crooked ends

[Verse 2]
Never found his footing, now I'm looking for that wooden den
Pushing daisies, wonder what they cooking in the butcher's pen
Tell me that I'm paranoid for conformation bias
Doing conga lines of coke until I compromise my sinus
I hate being sad but I fucking love to hide it
Sometimes I cry when I can't stand the sound of silence
My dad wanna know what I'm doing with this life of mine
And mom wanna know why I smiled less than half the time
In the past four months, I should pass more blunts
That's probably not the answer, oh well, that's rough
You get what you askin', I don't ask for much
Don't stand on that ledge if ya legs can't jump, like

[Chorus]
Pass me another blunt, I think I'm feeling sober
Everybody's suicidal but afraid to go first
What?
Huh?
Huh?

[Outro]
I said, pass me another blunt, I think I'm feeling sober
Everybody's suicidal 'til it's time to go first
Running out of luck I peeled a petal off the clover
As a youngin' I was rushing, didn't know time cost more when you're older