Garnet.Dev

[Verse:]
Studied the atlas close, I could make the radish toast
Can’t stand change, past for close, recluse
I am a hermit, making beat pretty early
When the sun sets it hurts me like
Dark apartment raps cartoon bunny aesthetic
Paths the chaste or a chest full of gummies
Breaking stacks, stacking breaks
Laugh take quite a minute, let me wait
NCU pontificate, my garnets stone
That etched a whole in my palm for
Body trying [?] born from a swan song
Cinder in a ball, back before dark
With the paper and the scrawler
I admire the scarlet which props collected
But pops didn’t fuck with my bubbly aesthetics
So I asked him, I asked him, I was like yo
Why so hesitant to romanticize samples wide
Exporting to a digital scanner size, yo?
.dev handle them while I’m pampering
Honestly I’m blind to the detriments of
Cramming my soul inside of a hard drive
Or finding the hands to program a little
Polly new body expansion so sitting inside
Able to favor them, I could never die if
The file where my phantom goes and lives