VANISHING ACT! Lyrics

Switch up the topic yet again

I'll never tell you how it is

Psych

Treatin' music as a business got me feelin' like I double-crossed a friend twice

I'll pay the price for every vice

But for now I comprehend

Where to go, how I am

Why'm I here, who to see

What's the move tonight

Yes man, when I say no that means I probably might

X-Man with the flow, I got some feelings to fight

Dead man, I'm decomposin' almost every night

Ooooo

Keep my friends knit tight, just so I can feel right

Scared to write verse that actually tells you bout my real life

Scared to drop a single 'cause I think it doesn't sound right

But what the fuck sounds right

Ooooo

Doubtin' my intelligence

Clownin' on myself, it's kinda hard to be perfectionist

Gougin' out my eyes if I start seein' I'm irrelevant

The resonance from thoughts inside my head reverberate into my skeleton

I'm anxious when I smoke, I'm buggin' out my exoskeleton

Expect the worst, that's my seventh sense

Yeah, uh

Doubtin' my intelligence

On the mic it's arrogance

Real life I'm a gentleman

I'm movin' like some gelatin, a lazy ass regiment

Stoned so fuckin' much I might as well just be some sediment

Only in my element dependin' on my temperament

It's evident, I ain't seein' development

An absolute embarrassment

Comparin' every little thing I do to someone other than the man that I'm tryin' to be

When I stop carin', shit

When I stop carin'

Uh

Serendipity, somedays it's meant to be

Somedays don't know who I am, I'm losin' my identity

Forgotten in a century

My full potential only bein' just a memory

That came and went and no one remembers me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But I don't need your sympathy, I'm cool with that

An MC lovin' life, I'm feelin' Superbad

I'm straight to the point, all around like a trooper hat

The beats are super fat, I never plan on losin' that

I'm choosin' music over putty cat or poon tang, whatever

Writin' songs about the weather ain't a short term pleasure

Still producin' beats at 63, writin' verses only meant for me

The music been a remedy, my medicine a melody

I'm cheesy as fuck

Yo, music the medicine

Really dog, what you get your prescription filled at the studio

Cheddar head ass

You a Green Bay fan, cheese-head lookin' ass

Boy talkin' bout tradin' poon tang in for music like you even get any

Boy you couldn't even take a girl home from a stripper convention with ten bands

What the fuck is even Valho Escobar

You think you get hard 'cause you quit a job with the government, huh

Nah, soft engineer lookin' ass

Bet you only wear khakis and a polo everyday

Boy you got a drone license

You ain't even look like you should have a driver's license