[Verse 1: Scuare]

This life's a joke and I don't know why

Puff that smoke and I float so right

Not just broke but I'm broke inside

Fuck that though 'cause I'm gonna get by

Watch me get it, I get it, I get It, get it, I get it, I get it

Get it, I get it, I get it bluuhhhh

Get a bit of the killin' of independent [?]

Till they're defended from anything I got

Time in the future, time in the past

It's all the same thing when deciding a path

Right for your prime when you're rhyming at last

And right when you tie and are likely to last

Insight is a batch of the piece of the mind

Past tense is deceased by design brrreeuh

[Verse 2: No1mportant]

So if you got a piece of a mind, make peace when the time cuz

(There is no future)

Nope, and there is no past

And there isn't any answer to the shit you asked

So this is it and you missed your chance

Gone and revel in being a rebel and skip that class

I would rather complete forever than be dead last

No one ever completes forever, so live and die fast

Better level up instead of letting the pressure of present manic depression develop patterns to sit on that ass

[Verse 3: Scuare]

Warm welcome to the things that I don't know

I'ma maintain through the chains like I'm goin' broke

On the same page and I'm caged in with [?]

But I can't say that my brain's made to hold hope

If everything fades into place in a slow fall

Try to stay sane but you fade in a hole though

Gettin' offended by anything in it at all

(It's better in the present than it was or will be)

I'm feelin' robotic, need a mnemonic device

To keep all the knowledge from creepin' off in the night

And seekin' the topics not to repeat when I'm talkin'

I feel defeated by all of it nearly all of the time

[Verse 4: No1mportant]

I sit on the shitter thinking of riddles to write

I fiddle with, piddle on this despicable life

I cringe at the image of getting any less innocent

As a kid, I was gifted like (This is the best present ever)

What happened to that boy

They gave statuses, Hulu and apps to that boy

Had to combat it with music and raps too that boy

Addaboy now they Google maps to that boy

Do that boy! Do that!

But there's nothing I like

In a bubble always writin' 'bout my struggle Mein Kampf

Fuck a huddle know I'm gonna fumble run the highlights

Take the present back and get a refund on my life

[Verse 5: Scuare]

Worth a couple of bursted bubbles, I'm hurtin' up till I die

Not certain but I just search enough to see earth is not for these eyes

(Why believe, why believe) Why believe I

Livin' in harmony, harboring my

Sense of accomplishment caught within

All the incompetence 'caused by that want to survive

(Your assessment of how long something took has a lot to do with how much energy your brain has to burn during your day)

[Verse 6: No1mportant]

So I burn me a spliff

Assert the absurd via words and a riff

Unearth the unnerving they yearn to forget

Turn to resent shit that I learned as a kid

Search for contentment till the worms wiggle in

So little time, I won't ever find my

Soul, with a mind that's closed I'll be fine, I know

I don't know

[Verse 7: Scuare]

Grow to design my hopes and the finite notions of my life

Closer to kinds I know

I don't know

(Now is the time)

Time for what?

My will and my goals start linin' up

I feel in my bones, I'm high to the type of life that I'm on

A life to find mine, to write the right wrongs of life

That try to find a piece of the

Piece of the pizza

[Verse 8: No1mportant]

A piece of the pie, at peace with the present

So peace to the past I appeased with a lie

May I please sneak a peek at new life

A cease to the plight

Spend a week in Dubai

What reason to give if in need and deprived

What reason to live if indeed I will die

Sea and the sky, see the abyss

Relief of attachment, release of regrets

Receive all of nothing, repeat

All left this

And retreat to the now

[Verse 9: Scuare]

Trapped in there with a knack to predict that

Which will happen but will never act as a backtrack

Ain't elaborate, thinkin' about the hopes that stay bought

Folded like wings, I let go and I fly

Life's still a joke but I think I know why

Livin' afraid of the fact that I'll die

In the future, that's the only sense in my mind

I've been stupid to think I exist to survive