Astasis - Intellectual

[Intro: Rav]

Dick out!

[Verse 1: Rav]

I've been in survival mode for a minute now

My O2 tank starting to diminish

I feel so distant when I get so close

Guess I get so high not to get so low, oh

What do I need? Man, who is to say?

Spark up fine weed just to move out my way

I don't trust myself to maneuver these days

Bring the eye to the front and lock my doom in a cage

Yeah, I'm a bummer still

Bummerville, population: me, blunts and L's

I approach life like I'm in imminent danger

Then say too much; I'm an intimate stranger

Identity crisis, body dysmorphia

I think I died last year; this my memorial

Yeah, you know shit don't change

Blowing smoke out in O's 'til I blow out my brains (Bluh-bluh-bluh!)

[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]

Hard drives always fail

Bound to their mеchanics

Lost my car keys, fucked around, and found Atlantis

Set a togglе for the damage; not a fan of friendly fire

Bomb squad alumnus; who been scrambling the wires?

I got eggs in the microwave, syrup in the Faygo

I'm mad stitches didn't toss a bird up in my face though

One day I'll snap and trade my house for a Winnebago

I think I'm Ivan Drago; if he dies, he dies

Eyes redder than Kano in his blindest eye

You the type to say Joe Rogan is my type of guy

M'kay, okay, cool; whatever, I guess

As long as boats float ass and the water kissing pink

Boy, I'm Slowpoke

Vodka shot, coke flow, this mom and pop pizza slice

I don't mean to showboat, but off the top, I speak to Christ

A little bit of body in the pen's felt

Blowing by you, speed of sound, I make sure this wind's felt

(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

[Chorus: Rav & Scuare]

If only I could, put my left foot in front of my right foot

There's no spring to my step (Such a pity!)

There's no swing to my walk (Such a pity!)

There's no reason they left, though

We should be still out here taking the same steps! (I can't repair)

If only I could put my left foot in front of my right foot (I can't repair, yeah, I need repairing)

They say I could do whatever I want, but that's a lie, ha (Can't see clear)

[Verse 3: Scuare]

I'm sad in a way that you feel guilty about it

I'm backing double-stuffed oreos, in milk I'm drowning

When my stomach hurts, I swear it off, I disavow it

Soon I need another snack, I'm all up in the kitchen scouting, looking

Looking out the window, hope a bear show up

I got to see him once, but now he doesn't dare show up

'Cause if he did, I would take his fish

That bear is fake as shit

He wouldn't even make a fist to punch me in my bacon bits

I could walk in the forest for miles without being confronted

I could laugh at trees and tell them all their growth was stunted

I out-whisper leaves and bring in autumn with my breeze

I am Mr. Freeze, I'll beat Robins in my sleep

The truth is coyotes can't do this