Weight off my shoulder, brow unfurrowed
These cornrows done pulled the wrinkles outta my forehead
Freestyling while I’m freefalling, If I plummet
Within earshot, then I could shout you off of your ledge
(Like “go ‘head”)
Soon as you see the white of my eyes
No red cuz I’m energy efficient as a moped
I print conspiracy theories on threads in my sleep
Leaving one eye open like Lisa Lopez
A man of habit never learns to make a new mistake
So never depend on repeat offenders to adjudicate
My worst cycles metamorph into a maze
So jumping out of my head is the only way to escape
I get down to get up again like Don McClurkin
I get down to get up again like Chumbawamba
If I stay up in the clouds, then I’m stuck with thunder
If I take myself down, I don’t have to wonder, like

Why get fat if you don’t love the food that fills your gut?
Why get drunk if you don’t love the booze that fills your cup?
Why just breathe til your blood turns to rust
And it’s ashes to ashes, dust to dust?
If we’re stuck here, let’s make it worth the fuss, alright?
Alright

I’m sitting on the dock of the bay-no, wait
Shitting on the clock because I’ve gotta get paid

My migraines migrate from the front of my head
To the inside, and it might be the eye strain
Blue light stimulus diminishing my vision
I’m headed for blindness and arthritis
(But an aneurysm’ll save me the fight!)
I whiff lithium from batteries to stabilize
I don’t *think* it’s addictive
Bubblegum scented, perhaps potentially toxic I admit
A placebo to placate the vinegar and the piss
See the spirit is strong, but the flesh is dreadful
Hopefully the tea and water balance out the weed and Red Bull
To be successful you gotta sacrifice
(Sayonara to Circadian rhythms that you could two-step to)
New lease on life, same vessel - it’s rented
When I return it it’ll be hella disheveled and dented
Lost my deposit, but I didn’t want it back to begin with
I just figured I’d make the best of the time I get while I’m in it

Why get fat if you don’t love the food that fills your gut?
Why get drunk if you don’t love the booze that fills your cup?
Why just breathe til your blood turns to rust
And it’s ashes to ashes, dust to dust?
If we’re stuck here, let’s make it worth the fuss, alright?
Alright

Alright