T. vulgaris ft. pyesho Lyrics

Introverted, ominous

Can't subvert it, thats a bust

Locked down for count, rolling sticks for runts

Complicated, keeping trust

Easy pickings, thats a duck

White shirt call chow and they keep it rushed

My shop held down and the books are stuffed

Everywhere i go feel wrists are cuffed

Trynna fool me, boy? thats risky stuff

So you better lie down, keep your mouth on shut

Crash test dummies boutta self destruct

Lyin in a bunk, feelin' dead, defunct

Cant escape this funk, ima make that jump

When i land, on god, ima kick that junk

Well, thats the plan

Couldnt understand that it was all a scam

Stumbled down a path that only left me gray

No one looking out for me, thats true dismay

Man i feel risque

Gotta drop it cold, call it fresh sorbet

Minutes on the phone, i dunno what to say

Wouldnt be alone if only truth were told

I could be so bold, break bread for days

Everybody talkin but aint trynna stay

Introverted, terrified

Cant subvert it, thats a helluva lie

Bunkin' and junkin' like pumpkin pie,

Fuck goodbyes, everybody happy if i met the sky

Light up the candles and pray for my life

Cause the dread creepin in like overnight

I wanted to say thank you, to let them know they made me feel at home, and I'd never be able to repay them for that. But what I said, was...

STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ANUS

Ha, Haha, HELL yeah, I LOVE this guy

Stand up guy like im Steven Wright

But the jokes on me cause i done wasted time

Over and over from doper to sober

From sober to doper my chances are over

Surgical perjury; someone should murder me

Topple my castle just give me some closure

Cynical ogre, covertly bipolar

My memories are missing, my embers will smolder

Introverted, locked inside

Can't subvert it, that's how ill die

All i got now are beats and rhymes

So i catalyzed, smash that pedal til i hit 105

Sped into the night, im just trynna vibe

No rear view, no flawed design

I could be the best if i were so inclined

Best keep an eye; now im sans a brother

Im sans a wife, im sans a purpose

Whats the point in strife?

How im bout to hide?

How im bout to cry?

Things happen at day, they dont stop at night

Call me B. Frank, ima fly a kite

Fact of it is, im a little bit fried

Dont be like me, cal can tell you why

True sedations my destination,

Learned to procure sans inebriation

I dont miss the faces, i dont miss the places

Fuck around and find that im just complacent