[Verse 1]

Uhhh, look like a blue face

How the fuck you saying you Sonic winning no race

Kinda acting like that orange man, with some bad taste

Up in his office tearing the floor, of the freedom place

Waste, let’s change the, subject

No please don’t go, I’m the judge, object

This track about anything but my public

Views, I don’t know, this was a concept

But judged, by the people I don’t suspect

Of any hard truths, no bad youths or hoof

Tracks in any sort of bad situation

Glad that money got spent on anything but a vacation

Hell I need a staycation

Or that track off my last album, medication

Sorry, I’m getting side tracked, let’s leave outer spacе

My mood so worked up I got a blue face

Bluе face

[Pre-Verse]

Like sonic

Or that guy from SpongeBob

Squidward

Wait

[Verse 2]

Here’s the second, line

I can’t think of this gimme time

To rhyme my words with shit type bars

I don’t think this music is getting, far

Subpar, is what I think they think of me

Clearly, maybe it’s just my music, that’s not me

Maybe it’s because I miss her, a part of me

Apparently, I can’t see clearly, it’s just me

I was competing my emotions like the space race

This working me up I can’t see my blue face

Blue face

Just rush in the drums, really quickly

Kwa-bam, Slam, this no one’s jam

Ram, bo super cool kablam

I’m just rhyming words that don’t exist

Fuck it imma just turn this to a beat and flow switch boom

[Pre Verse]

Blue face

We still blue face

Right

Working on this at 12:07AM

This shit prolly terrible but-

[Verse 3]

January, 2021 I made this song Cabin Winter it was fun

A bit buns 5 days later Day Cycle Heat

After that Midnight Walk, Snowy Day they wasn’t that heat

They wasn’t all that great, but man how it set me this, big fat plate

December 20th, 2024, me at my friends house, ready to explore

My old music, to remake and see my galore

5 days later, HIERARCHY dropped

Realised I had potential, just like my pops

I tried my sounds, worked it out, KHAZA copped

Only 3 weeks, then my third album, third one

I rushed it out, too stressed, I just wanted it done

But I gotta so much to do, yet so little to say

I don’t know, like I said, there’s a lot on my place

My blue face building up, emotions in an overflowing cup

Sup, my names Jay I just make random shit

But I don’t know, maybe I’ll go back to the experimental bitch-