Mob Psycho 100

[Intro]
How do you get through’?
Sometimes you don’t survive whole, you just survive in part
But the grandeur of life is that attempt, it’s not about that solution

[Verse]
Yo, yo
Finna shit like I'm not worried about the toilet paper inventory
Don't gotta hold anything in
I look back to uncover what a minority discovers, then ignores
Most of these heroes have horns, forlorn
DNA digivolve with the scorn in they core
The real victims are the cause and the score, yo
The operation is usually doomed as soon as it ceased being inclusivе
Your Mob life bark
I know some dogs that's actually psycho
10K knives, prеpare to kill like Tom Clancy protagonists with the kit of your opps
Mans fancying finishing you off with a nine
This ammunition revolve, like a globe, round conflict, yo
Constant ire in the fire
It takes no days off, possesses no interest in retiring
It just updates and revives
Guns for rage induced complications
Frustrated with the premise
I presume I can't discuss much and comply with you
Gaia with a flawless face, foiled by a white blemish
If one is not attentive, all that occurs is added to the damage
Redirect an ember from a gas light to baptize a straw man
Praise is lost on me
I seldom believe in insincere
Sexual miscreants get they two weeks at they leisure while I'm getting five for tardiness
If my interest is piqued, I'ma reach out
If the offer's silent, I don't reply with a smile
[?] creep in
We wild like Diego on adventure
No need for Dora, turmoil tears me a new one
Take a gaze at the haze in my reflection
Melancholia is at home in my mirror
Watching people take detours on they way
Using tonic to be more histrionic
Feeling manic to a prominent degree
Gee, the man studied mathematics
But, he's still morose about the formula
As soon as she's subtracted, the expressions fall apart
The man studied mathematics
But, he's still morose about the formula
As soon as she's subtracted, his expressions fall apart
I'm finna shit like I'm not worried about the toilet paper inventory
Don't gotta hold anything in
I look back to uncover what a minority discovers, then ignores
Most of these heroes have horns, forlorn
DNA digivolve with the scorn in they core
The real victims be the cause and the score
The man studied mathematics
But, he's still morose about the formula
As soon as she's subtracted, his expressions fall apart
The man studied mathematics
But, he's still morose about the formula, bruh
As soon as she's subtracted, his expressions fall apart
I'm finna shit like I'm not worried about the toilet paper inventory
Don't gotta hold anything in
I look back to uncover what a minority discovers, then ignores
Most of these heroes got horns, forlorn
DNA digivolve with the scorn in they core
The real victims are the cause and the score
You not fuckin' with me, dog
The operation usually doomed as soon as it ceased being inclusive
Your Mob lies are bark
I know some dogs that's actually psycho, I'm one of them
10K knives, prepare to kill like Tom Clancy protagonists with the kit on your opps

[Outro]
Whoa, easy, easy, easy
Supposed to be a hook and I got like mad passionate at the end
This is all part of it, this is character, right?