Jack of All Trades

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I know how to make it I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I just want to make it I got a universe inside my head, I want it out Fought habits and mindsets, and petty doubts Gave up distractions, ain't a gamer, I'm past it 'Cause every little thing I do's a micro-trans-action I mingle but the crew's got a tabs list I predict every new news stories with mad-libs Yeah I'm bat shit, a bad fit I'm deity ex machina Makin' fake languages Slating me album up Don't give a f*ck about your personality Anatomy, locality, tonality, formalities You're bad for me I aim to maintain neutrality If you got great thoughts, we can talk Let 'em rot, watch me walk People call me a Jack of all Trades King of sound charades, and queen of loud gain No shortage of the niche and the fringe, all that in spades Ignore the cringe, and remember this name like Some had enough of keeping up with the machine Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I know how to make it I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I just want to make it I'm the kinds person who Looks bad on the surface and Works at it and worsens And turns sad, and you heard it At first I tried to curse it With words, hard to rehearse If I nurse my mind with verses I can then pretend i'm perfect, so I don't pop pills I don't even smoke I don't even drink I don't even know I don't even think I'm in sober go mode When I'm nearing broke Or I'm feeling stoked Which lately would be most days In some ways I know I got addictions I'm fighting with it. it's private business This kinda clueless intersection Validation, and obsession Understanding rules and then being somebody's exception Hey Case, are you as empty as your name You show up to a scene and you see it like a game Underneath your faux-mesmeric ass ghost aesthetic You're generic, pathetic, and So prone to snap like Some had enough of keeping up with the machine Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But i know how to make it I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I just want to make shit Last of all I'm not too personable Socializing feels surgical I swear its nothing personal Beware the dog sign I'm offline, no disturbing And no knocks when I'm on the clock I'm fucking working I got dark circles like my eyes are doing rituals It's turning out that burning out is proving too habitual It's half past ten, a chance to get to bed But who am I kidding man, I'm staying up til six again And just because my circadian rhythm is so out of Sync With the timezone I live in don't Think That I aint up at 3 AM, spitting When all you're puttin' out's nocturnal emissions I make nuclear fission with rhymes and self loathing But hey, listen, that keeps me buying food and clothing, so I wouldn't dare to write burn-books I just stare at a mirror and suffer the hard looks, and say Some had enough of keeping up with the machine Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I know how to make it I can't be fucking with a stagnant demeanor Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it Some know how to make it up But I just want to make shit