[Chorus]
Non-system nine to five rhythms
Dry to [?] I've defined slipping
Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake
I've conformed deadweight
Time to make my bands straight
Non-system nine to five rhythms
Dry to [?] I've defined slipping
Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake
I've conformed deadweight
Time to make my bands straight
[Bridge]
Some people would never go crazy
What truly horrible lives they must lead
[Verse 1]
From the beginning of time I've constructed a rhyme
Schematic to the caps of saint pseudo hip-hop faggots
In the mist of tragedy, shakespearean magic
With an infamous infantry, the anti antihistamine
Perpetuating analogies and shrinking love capacity
Savagely and passively maestroing the battle scene
And shipping [?] until aspect creating the insanity of casualty
Casually speaking thought
I was built not bought from a doctor that first made the Gundam walk
[?] and caught my eye if it we're a Sketch dash color
Should be a warmer summer near a beach with no other person surrounding
In fact worshipping a very treaded ground
Singing the melodies up the heaven that humans seek to be found
While you reach for the sky I reach for the sound
That will eventually be the rocket ship to carry these bounds
[Chorus]
Non-system nine to five rhythms
Dry to [?] I've defined slipping
Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake
I've conformed deadweight
Time to make my bands straight
Non-system nine to five rhythms
Dry to [?] I've defined slipping
Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake
I've conformed deadweight
Time to make my bands straight