Cutie Carousel (Pulses. Cut)

Its Pulses. baby Do we know who starts the fires Do we know who fills the seas Who speaks to what transpires Who contemplates the means They don't understand the I can't believe that they would Intricate designing Why can't they see that it's good Gargantuan progression Held back by tantamount obsession And I know that I'm right at the brink of something A total waste of time So tell me, baby What's been going on You haven't been tweeting lately No notifications Contemplating Is it something I've done wrong You only You only know Just what you need to know to ebb and flow seed and sow It's instrumental For your mental Capacity to expand Past the facts you see With prudence towards What I can't take Anymore, anymore I can't front I don't know if I'm gonna admit I'm down bad and I can't get in front of it I don't wanna I don't think so I'm not listening They understand the modes of gambit Weaponize the work of teams The silver platter that's been handed Holds the heads of those who dream Tell me something Tell me what you know I can't believe it, no I can't believe anymore Tell me something Tell me what you want You need to leave it, oh You need to leave it alone Nothing left is ordinary Call up the apothecary Malady is temporary Tell me that its dead and buried You come around at the worst time Slow grind on the rough mind Never ready for it Always hit you with the one line Ain't great, a mistake We both know I need That kit-Cat keepin' me Company These Pulses. keepin' me bumpin' it Lookin' for another chill one; a real one Got me out here feelin' like a dum-dum Packin' up too volatile to stay here I'm finna move on up to the Mayfield Rolling stone cuz the block got too hot Temptation bout to have me catch a first loss Trick please, not me I know you feel it how I feel it When I kick 'em to the curb first Been burned but I don't fail Won't do it how you done it Cuz that's what hurt worse Nothing left is ordinary Call up the apothecary Malady is temporary Tell me that its dead and buried You come around at the worst time Slow grind on the rough mind