The Looping Man

[Intro]
(They're all gone)
Brahman
They're all gone
(They're all gone)
They're all gone, it's the looping man
(Haha)
Lets go (awe)

[Verse 1: Brahman]
I ain't freestyle a lot, if you niggas ain't heard
But as of late, I been coming in clutch with my words
And my verbs like I ain't even from the burbs
You ain't heard, you ain't heard, motherfucker you ain't heard
I'm take this shit back to the ninth grade a nerd
Steady talking to nobody, calling like no honeys
So sick that his nose runny, getting this film money
Biking to the other side of town whether rain or sunny
Motherfucker i can't be stopped
I'm like a plague entering all of my enemies eardrums if they like it or not
Fuck your shawty if she hot, never tying up the knot
Leave your ass thinking that your [?] and she ain't the thot
I'm a kid in this room clicking random loops
Throwing shit into a can and shaking till it grooves
I'm making waves in the water that I'm walking on
The looping man putting demons back inside the ground
I'm laying faced down in a pile of weed
Cuz I use my ID to scoop up all of the keef, and its neat
Now all these people try to tell me that i won't amount to nothing
When you was at the office I was in my closet stunting
Not posting shit because what would my family say?
What if my friends think the music that i make is gay?
Nigga then I'm ass-fucked, faggy as a passed blunt
Nigga shaming niggas, I been doing this since last month
They're all gone

[Verse 2: Brahman]
I spent so long with my headphones on
That i can't hear right, or distinguish a song
I'm one with the music, my son it's amusing
That you think that rapping is all I'm pursuing
I'm moving through piles of ruins it seems
The wreckage of all of what sound used to be
The people before us, before the first chorus
Was hanging with Tyler and Isaac and [?]
Now I'm really dormant, with walls that are worn in
Sit dormant while I stay above it all soaring
Alone in this struggle with only two friends
Oh my God, man and this weed in my hand
And I'm going a year, till I can see Jorrin
And Müne can move in and we're rolling and [?]
We're golden, we make all this money from touring
And i can pull up to my house in a foreign
And give it to momma I hope she enjoying her time
My friends and I spitting divine
If life is a game, the points that I'm scoring are high
And all of my niggas and I, we fly, oh my
I'm stuck in the sky, all of these guys want a slice of the pie
But I? I'm dreaming of shit that's uncertain
Gotta start working to see it in person
They're all gone

[Verse 3: Gemini Cove]
It's the looping man, killing my [?] you know
It's the looping man, telling you lames to go
It's the looping man, killing myself fosho
(Fosho)
Words to the players
All the homies leaving like, "see you later"
We in the summer gang right, smoking and vibing
Follow through carry [?] juice, am i right?
[?] and the [?] always gotta carry light
Pants a little tight like jeans and '09
Dog barking at me in the cuts
The mutt who like to bark back always getting mugged
Finally some good news running my way
Got the work straight yeh, I need my numbers up
Watch the cop [?] stop in front my momma house right
Waiting for my ride in the Chrysler
That's what these hoes want, so they think I'm Christ, enlighten em'
Life is versatile, shit is on a cycle
Nobody tell me shit, so i found the light-post
I'm running from the dark, with a demon and a rhino
Let me get my rifle, but, not for [?] they won't let that go
The looping man disrupting my flow, that's how it goes