This is me, maneuvering.

[Hook]
Move through this thing like a serpent
You could move through this thing like a serpent
Move through this thing like a circuit
You could move through this thing like a circuit
Move through this thing like a U-Haul
You could move through this thing like a U-Haul
Move through this thing witcha’ cool off
You could move through this thing witcha’ cool off

[Verse 1]
Feeling like Kit Snicket, I could die after giving birth to this verse
God dang, what a sticky wicket
Where to find worth in a world that was birthed with none?
I be aligning with purposes, I be curving some
I might wanna get married, I might wanna be alone
I might wanna grow my hair, I might wanna get a comb
I might wanna let you cook, I might wanna throw a stone, though it’s better in my soup, not headed for your home
We could come together, we could make something good
… Or we can accept blandness
But dammit, why take what we’re handed?
Give me no flavor, and I’d rather have famine

[Verse 2]
Why try, right? Beats me, bruh
I’m just here for the lulz and the pizza
I could die in the street
In my sleep
On the beach, underneath her, smothered by DD cups
(Damn!)
I just wanna be the rap Double D...
(Shit!)
I just wanna NOT be a wannabe...
(Fuck!)
I gotta maneuver out my parent's house
And only Carmen Sandiego’s gonna know my whereabouts