Tv Dinner

[Intro]
(Uhh)

[Verse 1]
What's the matter? What's wrong with you? Give me all of you
Put the heart and soul in this bag and make me apart of you
Battle lost inside of this mind, akin to the waterloo
Tired of fightin', frightened of losin' conflict of interest, shoot
All he could do was crack bottles, fucked up
Fucked up, callin' on the suicide hotline
Thought it was my shorty, fell in love with the operator talkin' on the other side
What if I went and did it?
More drive than Honda Civics, pride in my dissonance is cognitive to be exact
Blasé fuckin' raps, empathetic boom bap
New album, new tracks
"Perry Maysun, who is that?"
Fuck your motherfuckin' dad
Fuck your future, fuck your past
Fuck the world, if I had the physics, I would let it blast
(Demolish the world?)

[Verse 2]
Used to keep lines of that green shit
I know that's that bad shit
I ain't gave a fuck, long as I got high
Up like DreamWorks, tryna make this dream work
Harder than a fein doin' jumpin' jacks for three perc's
Scream 'til my teeth hurt
Chatterbox, speaker work
Sell it 'til your ear canals
Crack music, dope words
Take a tab and listen to me
Promise you gon' feel like you on dinosaurs and pre-church
Before Christ, rhymes on that B.C. shit
Get it right where you want it like it's TV dinn's
This that new Invader Zim, motherfuckin' alien
Rappin' hand over fist, every wake, get the gist
It's like peanut butter supper if it had a mouth to spit
Rhymes satiatin' quick
Break a sweat, I never did
M.J. inside the fourth or LeBron in 36
Don't matter, either way we gon' win and get the chip
Ya' dig?

[Verse 3]
I was on my block one time, 'bouta cop a eighth
Got the weed and rolled it, smoked it right atop the fire escape
Started seein' colors and shapes, turns out I was laced
Who the fuck would go and lace a eighth? What type of fuckery?
Monsters started touching on my body, wanna fuck with me
I'on wanna fuck you, I'll run from you
Fell off of that rooftop, ran down the street like Usain Bolt
Everything was fuzzy like a rainy day on cable
Ayo, screamin' in the street in just socks and my boxers
When this old bitch told me put some clothes on

[Outro]
And then I was naked and I ran inside
I'on smoke weed no more