Inferno

[Verse One]
Out on a limb, we need to get it
Having visions, I think that I know where I'm headed
Flies in disguise, desperately need repellent
Cuz I'm the shit but it's been a while since I've been copacetic
Constant tension, always felt a bit pathetic
Cut from a different fabric, no matter how you thread it
Cretins in my DMs message by the second
Couldn't understand English even if they said it
Tryna cop art cuz mine's the type to shock hearts
I've always been the silent kind, this isn't pop art
Fast fashion dеclines, I'm reclining in a Nissan
Thoughts of getting down bеlow what all the trees on
I hate to do this often, contusions in the conscience
You hang with losers on the constant then lose it on a cobweb
That's what happens when you chill with snakes and the spiders
Toss it in a fire, let's just pray that they don't bite ya

[Chorus]
I'm hoola hoopin' with all the circles of Hell
Everything is on fire, guess I just couldn't tell
Plenty pain in my paintings, I tend do it well
Send me straight to the basement, alone with my stupid self

I'm hoola hoopin' with all the circles of Hell
Everything is on fire, guess I just couldn't tell
Plenty pain in my paintings, I tend do it well
Send me straight to the basement, alone with my stupid self

[Verse Two]
My dad teary eyed and driving
Hate to see him cry but I let him pop the lid off
Mind resides inside a myriad of violence
Dodging conversation, watch me zip off
He misses his brother, I'm missing my grandpa
Guess none of the apples really ever fall far
I got a younger brother, so I gotta set an example
But other times I lack, it's kinda hard when your hands full
These bright minds transform to the lackluster
Can't stay behind, if you're a fast runner
Hopped right out the box and I'm learning to adapt
Intrusive thoughts come off as they're burning up the man
Have to flip a coin or two just to save my head
Nothing's changed cuz we flipped coins to make a bed
Quit playing with me, go and make the bet
Depressed but it's still bars I'll have to raise next

[Chorus]
I'm hoola hoopin' with all the circles of Hell
Everything is on fire, guess I just couldn't tell
Plenty pain in my paintings, I tend do it well
Send me straight to the basement, alone with my stupid self

I'm hoola hoopin' with all the circles of Hell
Everything is on fire, guess I just couldn't tell
Plenty pain in my paintings, I tend do it well
Send me straight to the basement, alone with my stupid self