Toxic Trait (Interlude) Lyrics

My toxic trait is knowing the truth

My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet

The plug don't need an outlet

Uh, yeah

Push my art into the corner, ya'll got my back to the Drawing Board

Dancing for these critics til they want some more

While these Hogs hoping I speed

But the Sonics capture me on the floor

A downward spiral, I'm falling flat like dissonant chords

Uh, really thought ya'll scored with a pitch and fork

But your protest is a protest of the victim's voice

Run, run, run

'Cause we are on the way

Run, run, run

Treat a brand like a religion, your method isn't official

You camping out for luxury, Prada's Tent gon' evict you

All eventually fall to the automated

I'm honest but on occasion still pondering on our nation

While the bodies go undiscovered, a homi's all but a number

From Martyrdom to Mardi Gras, carnivals of the summer

Some hope that a race get erased, all with the lead

It's Synthestia the day they see an Adios to the colors

Shit's getting harder with softer noses and bundles

Viagara for the violent

Prescribe it for the pump with a proper dose for the lovers

Turn that Dose into Tres with the heat

No Menaging hoes in the summer

Uh, my toxic trait is knowing the truth

My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet

The plug don't need an outlet

Uh, yeah