DOWN6

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Turn back time, reality shifting to a life defined by labor in the highest degree
Burn sad chimes while casually ripping a joint in high hazy silent steam
Creepin' out the studio into the street, getting the whole block fucked up impressively
I measure the weed that I smoke in a week on an average, the ounce last 7 days for a pestered fiend
Different placement, feeling irregular from the crowd of rappers around me, would rather go facelеss
When I was a little kid, I didn't think shit I was putting down would affect mе on the stages
Roam in some vacant places, lost in the haze, I'm trippin' while I'm tip-toeing in oasis
Cock back and aim my career's trajectory to unknown predicaments that pre-chose what the payments had to be focused on
The game show their truth an answers, like it's jeopardy
Overcharging like you living in Beverly
I depart myself from the bargaining endlessly
Outta my budget, now my focus determined on making it solo unless a homie spitting it wicked when the price of friendship deeper than little money greeding phonies
Sit back, kick my feet up, relax, open the sack, pass a bowl or 3 to the homie fast
You know I got you brothers, 'cause some day y'all won't be here to talk and laugh
I just want to finish the album, I just want the years to slow down
I just want to bid at the out come that flaunts no fear when the hoe in town
Filming unreasonable footage that’s filling the want with a purpose that I'm gonna create
Heart beating faster as the room shrinking while I'm editing videos, depression carry prominent weight
Rotten left, forgotten to waste while all cells decay as the illnesses spread and stretch me to hate
Everything even close to resembling taking real good fuckin' care of myself, so why even reach out, mane?
Existentially lost and I'm polluted in arrogant thoughts, so I better get help
It's a penalty when the manager nodding and picking at tiny shit to be a living hell
Writing that made me remember I gotta take my fuckin' ADD medication, sip on the cup of ice tea
While obliterating a mic and a beat while I'm puffing on grass in the childhood closet blazing where I dwell often
Shoutout the homie Tim for cutting my grass for 50 bucks, what a deal and a sale
I wouldn't cut the shit for a minute, the acre too large for the heat beaming on this pale
Skinny cracker lurking around the yard with a mower pushing up a ditch and the back stay frail
From the pushing and turning, I had it, man, but that also makes me think my generation is a pussy, for real
'Cause how can I say I work hard but all I do is circle the aisles like a zombie, mane?
One department the whole time, fixing the tiny signs on cardboard displays
Not even algebra mathing out impossible predicaments could knock me off this grind but I sway
Away from the past mindset I had and wallow at my desk while your mother service me, giving me brain
Every day of the week, she never takes a break
What I make is peakly baited with devotion to my greatest strengths
Enlighted by the mental predominance, I'm in the pit while uncovering
Attention of swallowing ominous odd non-existent matter in a vacant space
Break down, take cover
Don't get discovered by the invasion of souls in uncommon form
From the deepest pits and levels of Hell
Fate decided the second you ran into the portal morphing around you
And y'all really expected for them to echo like wells
Throw in the coin and then I call for the wish of the upper known gods that be floating in sky on the brightest of clouds
Look at me and tell me your certain with 100 percent of your eyeballs focused on thou
On a coast of Florida smoking a bowl near midnight and strolling around Orange Beach when it ain't so loud
Met a cat in someone's yard and felt more connected then anything I've ever perceived now
Perfect example of being a dick is when the haters suppress confidence, now open mic stay's a myth
Heart bounded, knuckled bruised and I'm lost in mania
Agony coursing through the veins while I'm holding a strangers bong I rip
Spit so hard I lost my voice but I carry on anyway while I'm guiding myself through the turf of the graveyard
Free throwing dark matter until I tear the fabric of the space time continuum with a grace
Part of me consuming the infinite realms that exist within our head, now I hastefully play with art in a serious manner
Spewing out of me in a form of the purest known rarities floating and orbiting the conscious mind
As a delirious singularity
Running through a bottle, tripping wildly, desperately reach out but I've been sunkin' in the abyss for a while
I didn't pay attention for the rest of my years in high school
Assignments over, 50+ documents overdue
Only mildly skipped the class connects, city object to make due with any activity, just to make it pretty and filled with idiots filling their ignorance through HGTV
Nothing to do but thanks for the smooth concrete for my skateboard to cruise on for miles
Was the only guy skating the courthouse and they got so fucking tired of the board bouncing that they replaced
The 3 stair handrail with a handicapped ramp with 2 long black rails in the god damn way of the 4 block beside the place
Is it wrong to skate a memorial made of smooth marble?
Puff boof 'til my brain sparkle
Stay high as I ride and skate
Defined simply by how sly I sway
I need all my own time, I need an infinite holiday
In the hospital overdosed on elmar's glue, latex glove blue enough to scrub my dick until it hurts, dude
Flirt with the nurse, marry her, have a baby, get my bread and then kill myself mysteriously when exposing the cursed truth
Corrupt terrain musters succulent ways that weigh pressure on the bolted safes, crack it open, snatch the money and run away
And would still get home past my curfew
Half-eaten glizzy on a paper plate on top of the pizza box, SNES propping my food tray
Closet is tightly enclosing smoke in a box but it's seeping through the window so I put a towel on display
Who's to say I ain't a ruthless motherfuckin' cracker with an attitude?
Lashing commonly when under pressure to prove divinity
Primitive but I begin the process of eliminating all the prominent figures in the community
Hope in the hand of a celebratory skeleton lurking and knowing
I'm controlling the crowd of the rhythm craving identities spewing out a retarded falsehood within the seams of YouTube, please
Get the fuck away with that chipper chopping, delete all your videos idiot stupid fucker or I'm popping your arms out your torso
Pimp-knocking some bitch out for talking repeatedly at their folk, so I roll like truckers down the road going slow mo, drunk but I'm not disarmed, bro
Y'all's narrative bare as a carrot tryna spit on a mic, IQ equal to 7 or lower, comatosed and toasted, boasting nonsense until Heaven takes over
I can vent out my concerns in the correct manner and length when I freeform the poetry over disturbing ambience
The same as switching to bed to sofa as a kid and wondered who the fuck moved you and or did you secretly teleport into a portal opening with odd sense and tense aromas
Play dough Angry Birds crusted into the side of the coffee table
Not lawfully stable when paving sermons with patient confident fables
I remember the first time I ever stayed home from school
It felt so incredibly free but lonely as I'm on the pavement drawing with chalk that enabled a sense of passion towards a form of visual art
I'm on the fence about having to ration my use of play time outside until it's dark
Often labelled as a psychotic a-hole, mocking the same words busting out the minds of some chopping say so's
Yearning for ancient profits or cable
Was an option to watch until the brain rot, push in buttons "4" then "2" for Disney channel
Good Luck Charlie on it's main plot
10 P.M. the TV shut off, Hank of the Hill almost bored me to sleep, I would sell a million liters of propane if it made me a bunch of money to keep
Frankly I'm exhausted, part of me is hidden when I'm working a minimal effort of cleaning a shelf with the cardboard that fill up a cart
When I pick up behind the picky manager, leaving at a time when a clock hit a early stamp behind what I usually run with, G
Doesn't matter, get the fuck out my way, dawg
I pray for the day I get to put their heads on a steak and fuckin' mutilate everything as a way to vent my frustrations, bruh
Burning the company down when I step in the building, I harbor the hate for the labor inducing the pinching above my spine, thus
Causing me to lash out uncontrollably off my medication
Awkward meditation in front of my boss, pacing
Crying with the chime of fuckin' Satan
Stuck when I eviscerate any unlawful unpleasant and I'm coating myself in a permanent and affirmative guilt until I whine
Bust out this sick nation 'cause I don't fuck with most people online
I got a small group I keep close 'cause life too scary to even try
I'm the one that gets what they want with the money raining literally from the fucking sky
Bouncing from the surface to the clouds, high on angel dust, rainbow like vision defied
What you'll actually see in reality, fall from the cavity opening up and then swallowing you in a second when taking your life
Chronically all up in the weed bag and I puff on the flame when I blaze any moment intensity all in the heart and it finna beat with a fast concern
Back up in the middle with a motherfuckin' mac in the dome
And I had to be brother when capping the hater in a
Chrome four dour car with a massive swerve
Y'all's path lack the evidence, it's evident past ways, weigh on you with a prominent element
Containing a mystery defining your whole life into single segment displayed in messages
Set in the tomb and I'm covered in spider webs with a curse on my soul, stay dispersing in ominous hellish pits
Enlighten entire new lessons presenting my misery in the poems with a delicate methodical presence wit stays within
Six been quoted since day 1, aye, son, don't diss the ray gun spit with vacant scripts about bacon
It was almost a fucking trilogy but I wanted chopping to begin with a wicked pace in my cave or den
Cooking filler to the max of my compacity, now I just smack an entire ambient track with amazing praise from the up above
Baked in zen when I center on anyone matching my energy, pass out on Jack when I sip on the shot like a pussy, bruh
Determine the value of what'll be made up inside of my audience, finna go ponder the videos, I'm clicking and searching new oddities
I'm morphing 'em all with a posse beginning a start of a wave in the industry moving the internet on the beat
Little by the side or in the middle of they head, I'm blowing up, ready explosions by the minute, admit your defeat
You been fucked for a while, mane, sinister when I'm creeping slowly in the graveyard on the wild terrain
Defile the same motherfuckers dodging death, 'cause fate isn't something you can decide
Brains on the pavement, painting my face is blood head to torso from the fangs and blades digging into they skin with abstract taste
You can pretend whether or not they be liking the scent of an evil new root in the air it displaced
Paranormal activity sparking around in the mist and the shadows are bending in intricate shapes
Hope is abandoned, I rummage the buildings and loot for the quality, knock in they windows while Six surges through, mane