Verse 1:

A little colder, mind ya

Just took a bit to get the motivation to find ya

Left with no escape this pervasive insomnia

Open a mental space just in case it gets kinder

Lets backtrack

Try to pinpoint the moment this abstract but radical lad snapped

I was about 9

Learned that family could just crumble without signs

Homes die, handing me chalk from outlines

Tryin' to go a moment with hope and without cryin'

Just try to take it easy no reason to shout, Ryan

That's why I'm smokin' weed in egregious amounts, flyin'

Readin' about Mayans, grievin' in doubt, tryin'

To perceive of why the world is indecеnt and mouths widen

Like I'm some sort of stumpеd, tucked, mumbling dumb fuck

Cumbersome luck struck

Instead of growin' only frustration and glum stuck

Hook:

And when these eyelids are droopin'

I think about time that we're losin'

These ideas I've been confusin'

Wait around for this conscience to move in

And when these eyelids are droopin'

I think about time that we're losin'

These ideas I've been confusin'

Wait around for this conscience to move in

Verse 2:

A little older, wiser

Been a long time since i used to pose for flyers

With rap like artifacts, a mastered craft

A mausoleum, see I'm somewhat a masochist spaz

Too agile to grasp

I've bypassed ventilation

Where the smoke and mirror clash I bask in revelation

Trapped in a space its closin' its walls on me

Formative loss hope it'll open the bars for me

And lately yo; my mind has been orbiting stars on me

Pardon if I force you to pause and absorb all we-

-discuss in context of this exodus forewarning

Analyzin' data measurements all morning

Note what the visor reads

Invokin' the interloper by decree

Yield a crop without a plot or the seeds

Telekinesis ease his speed up say it slower

My propensity could stock dispensaries like the grower

Hook:

And when these eyelids are droopin'

I think about time that we're losin'

These ideas I've been confusin'

Wait around for this conscience to move in

And when these eyelids are droopin'

I think about time that we're losin'

These ideas I've been confusin'

Wait around for this conscience to move in

Verse 3:

A little bolder, kinda

This whole time I've been spittin', tryin' to remind ya

Watch a human race walk around with some blinders

Tryin' to communicate lackin ears and responders

Time for last rites

I've had tryin to spare this craft it's past life

Its bad if I get this mad to grab mics

Got us on a graph and tracked like lab mice

And trapped, get jabbed fast or your bashed and lack rights

Trashed and flagged, spiteful, abashed, a tad trite

A sad-sack, writin' this slab to have light

Lashed and had stabs in the back to pad strife

It echoes in my head like a crash of clad pipes

Stopped in my tracks like massive lag spikes

Plottin to attack and its back, the wrath's ripe

But through the rap I might have a chance tonight

Of turning my back on that fight