No one’s Illa straits path to the moon Cause I’m making big steps And it’s only half past noon I’ll outlast these shrooms I’ll outlast the storm My TVs static Or just my mind from these bad habits an outcast who outclassed with a curse to be cast give me a broom cause I’m flying witch Eva way 4 Eva everyday I’ll block your face cause I’ll take your occuPAtion and clean this bullshit up as a janitor your pull fit at the Matador I take you to the drugstore you sheep try plan b this goats just fucking you in your sleep cultivated the game I’ll put your name down on a dog tag pet to me I’ll get farmassist call in a vetinary pet agree put down in history you won’t produce shit like vasectomy watch how a pro creates you cuck insects to me I watch you ants farm y’all captivated by tunnel vision *You Suck* I’m the opposite of what atheists say when looking out the eyes of a pigeon I’m an overachiever primarily for leisure but every step I take brings me back at least a meter the fucking golden retriever expertly swept up by my tongue and brain lung and my name, a beta patch to the game alpha pre release sworn to fly delta I was born to try I’m the friend that jumps first and waits for you at the bottom the end that starts first, like a birth defects and god says not him I’m like batman in Gotham a passion project never to blossom titanic size flotsam and I can’t find a door so I permanently play possum shishkabab on the mission lad heads on the rise I’ll bring you down under like the mortician chad mark callaway in an dark alleyway looking for beef on a salad plate that’s the sheet I’ll give you if you tell me to elaborate I’m cooking in the lab but wait they told me to wash my hands before I serve a consumer gay as fuck to man date I’m a Bad Habbit I’ll take that shine out your eye like polarised lens picture me snap in the moment like a Polaroid it’s like I’ve been ghosted in a poltergeist a static tv in all this advertisement 10K in quality and all they want is a castrated comedy now who’s impertinent that’s a big words that means fuck you civilians may call me a mouth breather I’m looking to be a bad influence just to be a better dealer the sad difference is I’m selling a good time better then needels something like the Rolling Stones to the Beatles I’m throwing stones distance from doing adultry with your misses a lapidation sentence for a stoning menace I’m such a good bad influence with bad habbits satin would hide his children from me in a panick