[Verse 1]

Underscore ____

Don’t understand what we running for

Discuss the poor

And vegetables behind the frozen drawer

Closing for situations can't absorb

Leaning towards decisions made from bleeding form

Insisting on the make and type

Disclosing what she doesn’t like

Learns from me to read and write

Man it's fucking brutal

Scoop removal of the crucial pupil

They don’t need approval

You confused and youthful

Discuss what's truthful

Pick and choose feudal tools like rocks and arrows

Friction of lots of scarecrows

Crowded in the room huddled round the tombstone

Cooling with your groom

He's been stolen

Chosen like the golden child

Scared screeching voice reach a mile

Disguised by his smile

Stack the back of the head in piles

Cry silence his eyes closed violence

Can't look or find it pick pocket reminding

Shit closed your mind in rewinding

Tales of Canterbury lying

[Verse 2]

Man..

It's a

It's a layup for the basket

Check my jacket for that racket

It's that cactus spin your axis

Rolling doobies on a tablet

Bitch we blasted

NASA scratched it

Check your atlas

We pathless

Burnt Creme be the baddest

This madness is sadness

My head filled up with blackness

We dealing with some fascists

So if you don't inhabit the palace

You classless and sleeping is disastrous

'Cause you ain't got no mattress