from Lyrics

My abs ain't original

My maps ain't the middle school's

The aftermath ain't minuscule

What devil for the fiddle do

Going back and forth

Like laps in the swimming pool

Whole time craps rolling dice how they spinning you

Could give another speech how the team stays winning

Could open up my arms to show the bone they use to pick at you

Sew me up with sutures while I'm numb, the fluid tickle

Vision partial in the room

I guess the memory went missing too

Much too little ado

Luster limit the view

Tuxes timid, at peace

Puzzle missing a few

Crux, I christen, I let flood

The lip of the long let the false affect

Leaps already lost

Once the name in all caps

I'm set to move weight

I'm dead and gone

Wake within the same tomb I raised me from

Huh

The same noose they tryna get you to dangle from

Huh

Proof is in the same juice that's dripping down

I saw movement in the same tomb I raised me from

Huh

Yeah

Along the brittle, bright, treacherous streets comes my heart

In light green, it's glowing neon

Negating up close what I see

Pumping my blood, so hot, it's icy

I might be

Stretching these lungs with tact and timing

My peace is red-hot

My peace is blinding

Like the sun

You will not disrupt this rising

If we fall, it's gon' be a dark day

That's why we rise

We rise

We rise

We rise like the moon

We chime in with truth

Glide like the wing with wind under

Lightning

Been thunder

Been slick, we been summer

Vincent Van What?

We been gone, we been humming

All the night fell

The light swords, the fight

The build or destroy

To what end, despite

What falls, and what crawls

What's written as right

The name in all caps, what's dead and gone

There's movement in the same tomb I raised me from

There's movement in the same tomb I raised me from

Mhmm