And this is some things from the guy that you didn’t quite see

And  if you want me for a prize, you can miss me like your his-story

The  old times until they’re gone‚ but we swarm if lurks misery‚ aqui

The only way is if you’re better than me in Farmville‚ or somethin girl

Nah, hold up. It’s gotta be something purely skill, not a luck test

Sounded  serious‚ didn’t it? I did not even begin to talk about trust yet

This  mind is mad active, I hate talking seeming so freaking suspect

You’ve heard this voice, you’ve heard this beat‚ hopefully neither one greater than enough yet

He’s  been rappin a while, boi started on the flute, he’s surely got a more than decent lung set

If you wanna talk about games that don’t have to do with hearts, I’m all ears, don’t bring up no evil shit

Damn it, there is no word for it, but some words soak me in a foamy misery

I already said that word in this rhyme one time, that’s another damn rhyme gimmick

Imma  just stand up real tall, answer the phone calls with my hat like Patrick did it

The real question is...what Spongebob tattoo boi?

Damn, wait, we was p’talkin about chasing madames, wasn’t we?

I’m occupied by life, rhymes, and despair, so there’s a nunnery

Imma grow my hairs how I want, you can grow your hairs funnily

Far from me, you will come back wanting me WEW NOOOO

I might not be seeking to greet some Maeve Wileys

When I can chase what my grace can find me inside me, I mean

I might not be madly in chase with Emma Mackeys

When I can face what I may create so gladly

I feel so out of touch with weather talk, I’m left so cold

I’m just invested in what rests in my soul

It doesn’t bug me when misunderstanding causes pointless complaining

My inquisition in me implores, what’s this chortle gaining?

I’ve been consumed by fairs of the fearer sex

And my experiences nearly warrant regret

But since I let go of my attentive inevitable confusion

I have transcended and shredded all of my desperate illusions

I may not speak well with an Emma Stone

But you can bet that I can invent a poem

My heart rate wouldn’t skip to hear Hannah Witton

For of my heart, there’s only slightly more than nothing missing

(Why’s this song so fucking long, you bastard!

You never warned us about this, I’m fuckin sick, boi!)

If I’m vibing, you can bet my mind is active as fuck

Taking so much care of my food, I give a bath to a nut

If I was hooked to all my drives, you know I’d back that shit up

But the only drive that I prize is the one that I run

That I love, so though it’s uncool and tough

Don’t back up that butt

I’ve been in love for my whole damn life

Fall in love, bitch, I can’t even fall asleep

I’m a bird, you’s a person who calls words tweets

People ordering coloring books once they’ve really heard me

What’s that on your waistline? Brand new purse streaks

So fresh, the paint leapin off like an organ out of surgery

Many mental mummies in me, makin moves to murder me

Or parts of me, lost in me, gone after brand-spankin new prophecies

Chasing baes? It’s been more like chasing moods and offerings

That not a lady could offer to me, fortun-AH-tely, cuz it’s in me

This is the Stormitive you listeners really didn’t see

One of many sides like what reside in the bins within me

Some passions stocked in the back like inventory

This Super guy is metaphoric as fuck, isn’t he? Isn’t we?

(Tell em to listen to the second part tho!)

When I call girls girls now, people say they’re women

If they were, I’dda calledemit, but y’all incorrect

I could look at things your way, but I’d a hurt mah neck

I just am guided by my mind, not by some words, brev

I have the bestest of intentions, didn’t I mention that?

Have you back by 8 this evening, sure as fuck, I’m committing to that

Isn’t it wack? Can’t use strong words casually

Many little eye stares, bitches fuckin mad at me

Can’t get competitive or edgy, that’ll shred me

I’ll remove your staples and your interest you had since I’m different, gladly

From when you had me, from when you found me

Different visions just started to stir around me

You were not involved, I apologize

I’m retired now, hanging up my neck ties

Chasing girlies, that’s a sport that really isn’t mine

I’m digging really deep, and I’m finna find what you didn’t find in this mind

What you didn't find in this mind in this mind...WEW, LET'S GO NOW

ONE LAST POETRY SUM, MOTHER FUCKER...little different this time tho

E Duh duh duh duh, dum, dum, dum

Bay leaves

Huddled like Bayleafs

Hustlin crazy

Wonderin maybe, maybe

Maybe

Someone could have saved me

Found another way we

Could find shelter safely, safely

I’m gonna be the one who’s strong

Working on strengthening myself

Who won’t really ever need anyone

Anymore except for himself

Who won’t really ever need anyone

Anymore except for himself

There’s many songs that always help

Strong folks with songs that always felt

Like someone spawned up something else

//

I told y’all that we was taking this seriously

I do not know if you’re hearing me

Everything’s so flippin clear me

Music and happiness, forever stay near me

Weirdos just be being themselves

I’m being a shelf, stacking this knowledge

Looking quite trim too, you get it? You got it

Muscles growing, I’m active and exhausted

I...

Not to mention exercising

I’m a mental tough guy, go ahead and try me

Not weak either fool, I’m stronger than an atlas beetle

Need to put my shit up on Genius, it’s all mad real

I have what you tried to steal

I’m on the way up now

I feel what you try to feel

Living life the best way, I have no doubt!

How much game I have? Somethin you don’t know about

All my muscle groups? They’re goin to be growin out

I’m always open, mic, somethin feels like going out

The future’s always covered by a non-transparent cloud

I’ve been doing push-ups this whole song!

That’s an exercising rhyming knowledge bomb!

I drop bombs daily, man, used to…

I drop bombs daily, man, used to just aim at ladies

But I have some more to do before I meet Hades!