Mattress Seams

Pushing back the date I have to drop the date I'll wait until I'm ready Well I'm never ready Maybe February Holds my album release Secretly I know the time And no one mimes my mind One of a kind kid Find this Sweep it under rugs and shrug The drugs up in my system Piss 'em out into a cup And hand it to judge Oh fudge I guess I'm going in this bitch For five for six years Jury of my peers Convinced That my conviction Was correct decision My erection begs opposing questions Phallic opposition Catholic politicians Act like I'm a goblin I've been tripping off the lucy tabs Since juicy blasted in my Buick classic Bastards act like you've been asking To remove my proof of tactic Anticlimactic assassins Seems so attracted To practically anything that They can grasp I have the strap in the back you see Acting rapidly Thought that you could blast Facts were backwards patently Mad cadavers stacked Like racks in mattress seams We getting high trip the rav And drooling in class Ain't no books in my bag Just a pen plenty grass A couple xans and they cracked Crushed up to melt my brain In cellophane From my cigarette package Baggage fog up the days In which I need to be active Just lend me some slack Trapped in my thoughts and can't grasp them The loop and loop never deterred No distractions Actions speak louder than words That's what I learned in my passing White walls are good for staring when You can imagine Anything could happen Open minds lead to perspective changes Light bulbs flicker now that You've been absent Lumps in my mattress From fucking you good And beating it on average Two times a day at least You cum bucket I bagged it Ain't no need for some sadness When I'm still walking And laughing Tracking the progress I practice my passion Passively passing out bags Of some grass ain't no lacking Plaque on my teeth Brushing needed Two times a day at least If not then you nasty Like this song We really on this shit Flossing are average shit You couldn't match the kid If you packing shit You're rhyming is bad And it's sad I attract Immaculate actors Let em corner me Tryna subtract from my story They cap in they raps I rank them some bastards pretenders Let 'em fend for Themselves if they making a racket Damn we some gods y'all are fodder Got 1's and 0's for problems I'll honor the roster As long as we a part of it You're simply a joke in this craft We packing our bags And taking off like it's some magic Ah shit Y'all really some actors Not factors In this game that we've mastered Go pray to the pastor You'll need it kid I've seen some shit I ain't speaking on that's tragic Peak through the cracks man P where we at Can't the motherfuckers cap man