ENxVE:
Wait, wait, run up run up
Black is the fit
Existential crisis
Wait, wait, run up run up
YOH:
Binary 0's and 1s
Slept in the matrix i'm chasing my Alice for fun
Touring the city its fiction, its scripted elixirs that dictate the path that you run
Run up get done up quick
Jest with the things that you try to adapt, I get sick
Worry and blur all the lines that define codes of ethic see apathy gained in the midst
ENxVE:
I tried meditation
Yoga then, augmented focus with Focalin
Hoping my broken in jonesing for peace
Was potent when ya’ll started talking to me
Harping on hopelessness, 12 step recovery program by hostesses
Deny and if abuse it is then bind me to my laundry list of vices, why?
YOH:
I'm tired of vultures and slugs
Elite often bang with pretentious pretending that I cannot resist the reflex to stunt
Modest bodies never shame
Ice still cloaks the hearts and stills veins
I still smoke and think of you lame
I wrote parts that skip parts
And stain mad drugs soaked till the cloak gets thrown over what's been named
ENxVE:
I’m a sucker for sucker-punches and luscious lips that keep me hydrated
Wet to the touch of these tools, twisting the faucet and making her drool
That was the move
I’m a sucker for sucker-punches and luscious lips that keep me hydrated
Wet to the touch of these tools, twisting the faucet and making her drool
That was the move
YOH:
Super uncouth
Spilling my drink if you send me some nudes while I'm matching my dubs with my woes
Riding the waves of my vices and bottling lighting flow tighter than daps among crew
Fam is as gang is as city to yoh
Trapped in further while fathering ghastly insidious flows
And I'm hoping my crystals protect me
Think that I'm wack well I think you're projecting
Send me your track and I'll smoke you for 50
My swift never misses my mistress can vouch
Foreshadowing foreplay she likes when I mouth
You won't like when I pounce on your plug for the jugg
It's a dub If you thought it was lit, you were wrong
Got enough to offset the scales and shift the scripts
The gist is the mist can't clear if we don't approve it
Prove it
ENxVE:
I had a point and I lost it
I had a cold and a lozenge
I renounced dairy and chocolate
I called my therapist often
I had a point and I lost it
I stole the pens from my office
Practicing Ten with my bosses
Hiding contempt in my auras
Cross-eyed, stress ridden furrowed brow game on fleek mostly when I’m taking selfies
Tryna prove I’m still alive
In the grace of a silence that’s hyped to extract where the fears can reside
Wise if not pious then often I’m anchored in fragments, it bend me like water, it drop me like dew, moist and anointed and poised in the poison of poisoning art
Sought the satisfaction serving looks from Calabasas
Flexing on my everything
Boy you need to check yourself
Can’t tell who was talking, that’s my conscience or my Gucci belt
Why you spending money on these things?
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait
Existential crisis in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted bend the brim
Existential crisis in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted bend the brim
3/4 count for the waltz of the rats while these earbuds swallow the screech of the G
Rough neck hood from the South of the Stuy
Got the wasps from the North finna scream for police
OG’s that used to run numbers bumping Count Basie off a transistor got they plans hidden while they switch pieces, put a .45 in a King’s position
Ad-J-A-to the cents that I’ve scraped, straight from the “yuck” in the shag
I’m a sucker for sucker-punches and luscious lips that keep me hydrated
Wet to the touch of these tools, twisting the faucet and making her drool
That was the move
I’m a sucker for sucker-punches and luscious lips that keep me hydrated
Existential crisis in my timbs, in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted bend the brim, bend the brim
Existential crisis in my timbs, in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted bend the brim, bend the brim
Existential crisis in my timbs, in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted bend the brim, bend the brim
Existential crisis in my timbs, in my timbs
Rock the Yankee fitted