Could It Be

Mass is the morn of the new
I got more soul than your shoes
Fact of the matter confused
Shatter my adamant view

Back at the back the room
Grabbing a sack of some shrooms
Watching these suckers skiddoo
Stacking that cash to the roof

I got more bolts than a broom
Sweeping results when I flew
Parachute to the lagoon
Aerosol spraying the room

Flip when they feed on the fumes
Trip off a sack a legumes
This is that factor you’ve strewn
Flap till I pass up the moon

Stashing the cash in school
Trashing the past I consumed
Lapping the last of the flu
Slashing the grass that I grew

Hashtag that ass with a scoop
This is that glass you look through
Cooking the crack in the Stu
Whipping a batch and let loose

Maybe it’s something
It’s something I know it
I gotta be
Get onto something
It’s nothing but maybe it’s something
I know it
It’s nothing but
Nothing except for the fact that it’s something

I’m lost in illusion and life is confusing
I should’ve paid much more attention in schooling
I’m stupid I’m stupid I’m stupid I’m stupid
I’m stooping right down to the truest of chooses

Could it be
That I got this all wrong ?

I got some ice on my neck
Eyes in the back of my head
Dig in my nails till it bled
Scribble my name in the sand

Feathers from wings they have shed
Pick up and start where I left
Copy and paste what I’ve said

Big ups to guard of the garden possessed
I’m working my way to the start of the stead
This is the part where you harness the cred
This is the part where your carpet is red
The start of this evening is demons and dread
Maybe it’s more but I think that it’s less
Maybe it’s stress but I think is duress
May be the best; May not need rest
May be a sesh that I murdered with edge
This my labyrinth and Bowie he knows it
This is my showed em motif that Your quoting
This is imaginative ego I’m stroking

Bitch you should know this the dawn of the dopest
Make more of my moments than posting on sofas
Get lost in the madness the muse keeps composing
Someday I will open the gate for your roaming

Maybe it’s something
It’s something I know it
I gotta be get onto something
It’s nothing but maybe it’s something
I know it
It’s nothing but
Nothing except for the fact that it’s something
I’m lost in illusion and life is confusing
I should’ve paid much more attention in schooling
I’m stupid I’m stupid I’m stupid I’m stupid
I’m stooping right down to the truest of chooses

Could it be
That I got this all wrong ?