[Verse:]

Studied the atlas close, I could make the radish toast

Can’t stand change, past for close, recluse

I am a hermit, making beat pretty early

When the sun sets it hurts me like

Dark apartment raps cartoon bunny aesthetic

Paths the chaste or a chest full of gummies

Breaking stacks, stacking breaks

Laugh take quite a minute, let me wait

NCU pontificate, my garnets stone

That etched a whole in my palm for

Body trying [?] born from a swan song

Cinder in a ball, back before dark

With the paper and the scrawler

I admire the scarlet which props collected

But pops didn’t fuck with my bubbly aesthetics

So I asked him, I asked him, I was like yo

Why so hesitant to romanticize samples wide

Exporting to a digital scanner size, yo?

.dev handle them while I’m pampering

Honestly I’m blind to the detriments of

Cramming my soul inside of a hard drive

Or finding the hands to program a little

Polly new body expansion so sitting inside

Able to favor them, I could never die if

The file where my phantom goes and lives