Here We Go Again

Here we go again, steering these stolen rims Appearance look quite thin; and my fears be smoked in spliffs Wont adhere to frozen myths; are you friend or a follower Do you know how to spit, or just swallow dick (their very different) Coming to wish you a very merry christmas from the north pole What's colder than ice cold->my flow Metaphors for the main course, similies on the side I'm serving rappers like pie crust, with my eyes closed Simple as cake, but complex as time We be riddled to wait, but in line we fine We belittle the great, and play mime with life Either you walking, or you watching, or you hop in the fight (now listen) My reason for demonstration/presentation, is leaving these questions vacant My purpose in every verse n, I'm working like no person I smirk at my own verdict, no question the haters hating Don't rekon recommendations, opinions are not my favorite Cloud may clear up, but you can't make it Cheer up, my ears shut when they say it like ay, What's your wifi, not the right time, when a flight flies it goes Wanna go night night, heres your night light, like bye bye, eyes closed I been riding solo, like han, for a minute My timings so-so but my mind has grown old I been writing go home, to god for desicion ...She left me her digits, in my in my intuition If you steppin my way, one wont do but a mile may This (is) the highway, not friday, listen I'll say, imma stand on the side thats not separate While they, second a severed system, check it Back when i started calling Kyle, K My life was looking quite sideways (Ill say) Quiet your mind, open your heart, reach in to god Smile with your eyes, show em your star, speak up to mom Here we go again, are we there yet? are we there yet, are we there yet? Here we go again, are we there yet? are we there yet, are we there yet? I've tried to communicate, to humans abusing the fate Hold the pen like a gun, one in the hand, two in the bank They dont hear what I mean, cant see what I want (They) ears lookin like (my) thumbs, one on my hand, two on they face I'm not suprised its, 2018, Not a slither of awarness left but me So now I wander through my conscious with attention as stepping stone I'd like to call you more but your never home I better go, and, never come back I'm better stoned, and I never cut class A clever clone who saw his way outta this mess With a microphone, pen, and heart up in his chest, check