Tweak

[Intro: lonemoon]
Hello, friend. Thank you for listening to Visceral's new beat tape, "The Rare Path." Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and listen

Heh, now I'm feelin' like a dead tweak

[Verse 1: lonemoon]
That's my problem with rapping all of these columns of lines
I'll never stop, I'm trying, they steady calling me a deadbeat
But they never met me
Say they tryna test me
But they could never best me
Don't know who my friends be
More than just some kids on the ten speed
Psychedelics telling me my brain is going dead weak
Hey, now I'm feeling like a dead tweak
Heh, now I'm feeling like a dead
And I don't need to swear like I do
I know I'm real as shit, keep your prayers on the moon, aye
Keep my eyes on the 12
Pigs gunning down, put a nigga in a cell
Yeah, send my black ass to hell
White kids tweet away the life, huh… oh well, aye

[Bridge]
Heh, now I'm feelin' like a dead tweak
Hey, now I'm feelin' like a dead tweak
Heh, now I'm feelin' like a dead tweak
Hey, now I'm feelin' like a dead

[Verse 2: lonemoon]
Yeah, and I'm feeling like an animal
Never trustin anyone, I take up a sabbatical
Never popped a xan, and I never popped an Adderall
I know I’d be barred if they locked me up, I had it all

Yeah, hey, hey