​tell me something new

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah

[Verse 1]
Flowars, fucking kill it with a simple execution
I'ma post up at your funeral, ominous illusion, I'm
Promising confusion, I'm
Promising confusion, I'm
Promising confusion, ayy
You can call me senpai, maybe then you won't die
Sharingan my right eye
Nine-tailed beast, ghost on the coast
I'm the king with the East, Shepard of the flock
Providing guidance to the sheep
Whining weeping willows, put those little hoes asleep
Like I'm Malcolm in the middle, on the battlefield, asleep
Sinking battleships, elite, yeah, demons never weep
All it takes to break America's a single fucking tweet
Wolves will mingle with the weak
People living week to week, ayy, yeah, I'm drownin' in the deep end
Pretend the reaper isn't creepin', sacrifice the heathens
Swallow all the demons, changing with the seasons
Slowly dose with reason

[Pre-Chorus]
Kiss the frostbite, all night
All-white Christmas

[Chorus]
Beauty and the slit wrists
Infiltrating sickness, hip-hop, virus
Infecting any silence, a notion to the eyelids (A notion to the eyelids)
Open up your eyelids (Open up your eyelids)
Open up your eyelids
You say I don't need you
Baby, I believe you
Guess it's time to leave you, packin' up my suitcase
Giving you your space so, I'm so indifferent

[Verse 2]
Sick of [?] and listening to your bullshit
Grabbin' the hair on my head, I'm pulling
Wish my holiday gift was bullets
Haters, lovers, destiny, I place above the rest of me
A higher power blessing me like I must be a legend, gee
Write it in my eulogy, tell 'em I was hella sweet
My poetry was heavenly like angel wings and Southern tea
Tell 'em I was truly free, but chose to sit inside and weep
Pity parties every week, tears are soaking through the sheets
Plenty times I fucked the beat like rhythm wasn't hitting me

[Bridge]
Stress mirrors relief
Tears clearer than the piss I release, to give, to believe
I just wish I can leave her
Hell, Heaven, reality
Snap back to it, Elmer couldn't glue it
Drivers couldn't screw it, NASA fuckin' blew it

[Verse 3]
International degree, science fiction roaming free
E.T's in the streets, Grey's in the garden
Probing the freaks, gamma-rays and burning flesh
So we're nuclear tests, all the kids have been depressed
Maybe anxious at best