lets kick it bak to the classics watch me glitch back like graphics lean like italics from green packets no wordplay watch as he panics in the worst way smoking organic for his birthday gas like a mechanic on a workday spewed volcanic on his first taste feeling manic cursed place reversed fate into his power hes desperced hate begin to devour within theres a shower of energy so i try empower my enemy using cauliflower as my remedy my tolerance is heavily my confidence is steadily growing like the therapy is showing mentally do things happen accidentally im feeling lost like theyve robbed my identity i feel robbed by the penalty of life is my destiny being dressed in stripes no addidas aressted for taking bikes like ya daddy hass