kismet Lyrics

I think I'm really growing too spastic

For much higher status or a platform and time

I will never manage

I'm stubborn and I stutter stupid

I relish in excellent grammar

Despite being underground exclusive

And the sum total is music for the wounded

This is for the humans, fobs, outcasts, and the new kids

This is for the students seeking solutions to they problems

This is for the ones with no fathers

To teach them how to tie they laces

On they two shoes, little children eating couscous

Confused with reading Confucius

Eustace clueless has accused us no courage excuses

Excuse me, Waiian haven't they introduced us?

Even if you feel muted, excluded

In this humid cubic garden polluted with tulips

They say that, way back, to throw stones in glass houses

De facto impactful, I try to trip the light fantastic

Tis' a classic, can you feel the magic?

I know we both know that this shit slaps, no cap

Written lyrics like the bible spiteful

You going drop a remix?

Been woke since the stone age

Our ancestor's apes, we walk among the dinosaurs

First, of all explore,

I can see you're enamored (huh)

Why don't you go grab a Kleenex

Wipe your snot and your tears

Your boy raps and spits facts just for fun (yes)

Once a month Imma eat these whack ass rappers

Chew 'em like gum toss the wrapper, what's for lunch?

Then let me paint a picture of a scenic portrait of my demons

Lest you mortal humans, take the form of a phoenix

I'm speaking, between it is a pilgrim

In his own little film with a broken heart and a promise

Still, he keeps it and he vomits

Mistakes, poems, and sonnets

Written by the calmest novice seeking solace (and he never)

I think I'm really feeling out of practice

Surrounding distractions attractive

I gotta move on and get past this

It was in the past tense

My thoughts mimic madness

Way too abstract and I'm tactless

I freefall from the cliff, smokes all night and the piff

I'm sober for a diff, I see ghosts and resist

I freefall from the cliff, smokes all night and the piff

Late-night drives but no whip, I wish I was equipped

Went home cease and decist, I feel home in your kiss

All gone, pacing back and forth

Making mental lists

Why am I lenient but abusing my penis?

From the source, flowing from the fountains

And the waterfalls, and the mountains

What will my efforts ever amount to?(huh)

When I count my sins by the thousands

My language is suited in fluid

Movement persistent when nobody listens

Eyes glued stuck to they phones and computers

My music is therapeutic, sound the trumpets

Recruiting an army of sages and eunuchs

Wielding they fruitful magic and tunics

I Freefall from the cliff, smokes all night, and the piff

I Freefall from the cliff