#Imnotintheboothbutiminaboothfeasting I develop multiple parts inside me And they think I'm just Hollywood Wait for the cinematics when they manchineel Till I'm Looking down on what's passed out still feeling stumped Even tho I'm the one standing over the curb Like I got nothing to lose Like fuck it if I lost a hand Next gamble might as well be for arms Called with a body bag full of cash With hands on the table All I got is these wild cards in my head I'm lucratively walking dead And these necromancers Tryna raise the death Some will start to dig a grave when there True worth is maxed out Searching for the change now Looking through the couch cushions Finding a new pack of cigs But the Fuckin lighter won't give So your making a flame with some sticks I despise my self With this bug repellent Always been drawn to the lights Till it shocked me Blackened my lungs And smited me Dust storm rolling into my sight But we been in dust tree full of oak rot Since the first bloom So what did they really unlock What fruits are forbidden To control our labor As our temples start diminishing OptToMaulAG conspiracies They're replacing definitions your third eye shouldn't be billin switch the sights up