DYSM (DON’T YOU SEE ME)

F. A. N. O. gang shit (on track)
Heyo! Boy From The Livin’ Spring
It’s Leggelist, Bitch
Get me up up there it’s (who?)
Leggo! What
Crazy how I pissed these misfits
Yellow! Tough
The boulevard bitch can’t pay my pill bill
Demos! ‘Cause I’m hidden in style
Don’t You See Me
Get me up up there it’s Special
Yeah, Way darker this time
(D. Y. S. M.)
SpeshInTheKitchen

Ohh Ohh
Just so you know
It’s way more than spiritual, bitch
Take a seat (Yeah)

Bodies on me
Clock rhythm (nah)
Double Homicide
With the double forty-fives ‘n woah
I’m drowning, but
Don’t you see me
Feat(s) underground
Dreams on the aisle ‘n
Buried on the side of (who?)
My darling (yeah)

Future delayed
Guess it’s still-unrelated
I pictured the name
But it’s M-E abbreviated
Decapitate me
She’s still incarnated
I’ll dehydrate a Milan pre-made-‘n
I decayed, but I’ll let you the bait now
Unhappy days got me penning these bars (yeah)
COVID crazy, was trapped in the basement
2025, well it’s you on my radar (Bitch)

Bitch, you called me
But look what you made me be
Bag of wits, yeah
You seen what he sent to me
Gave my soul for a fortune you’ll never see
Still I’m not so appeased like gods ever been
Been seeing St. Nicholas dutifully
Skimmin’ through the beautiful Yuletide
Now it’s just me
Hip-hoppin’ Afrobeats
Brought some Jazz into scene
Rock or poppin’
Watch, I’ll make these pebbles sing

I could taste it
The fruit y’all be thinking that our Adam hated
The relics of Eden
My Eve would be leavin’ me
Make a wish
But this ain’t no fore-king wishin’ tree
Shit don’t feel real to me
I’ll be lying
If I say I’ll decide just when I’ll be dying
Mixed all this shit up with some Aldehydes
The shit y’all be dying for
It’s my delight ‘n yeah it(‘s) hits

So I’ll keep on record(s)-ing
‘Til the ’cademy gets me my little reward ‘n
It’s half of a decade now
Don’t you see me
Lyrics ‘n rhythm
Boy from the livin’ spring
Was born to redeem it
Got the Grammys
I’ll show mum ‘n daddy
We’ll watch overnight
Put the shit on rewind ‘n
Melees or Treaties
We’ll tally the digits
I’ll put an end to all shoddy beginnings

So bodies on me
Clock rhythm (nah)
Double Homicide
With the double forty-fives ‘n woah
I’m drowning, but
Don’t you see me
Feat(s) underground
Dreams on the aisle ‘n
Buried on the side of (who?)
My darling
(ohh yeah)

I could taste it
The fruit y’all be thinking that our Adam hated
The relics of Eden…
I’ll be lying
If I say I’ll decide just when I’ll be dying
Mixed all this shit up with some Aldehydes…
So I’ll keep on record(s)-ing
‘Til the ’cademy gets me my little reward ‘n
It’s half of a decade now

Yellow, Tough
The boulevard bitch can’t pay my pill bill
Demos ‘cause I’m hidden in style
DON’T YOU SEE ME