[Chorus]
Yeah, sentimentals ain't in my mentals
I procastinate but then I go kettle' (Uhm)
Bein' the perfect candidate of a soul to-rental
So, I'd latinate from connections; that's essential
[Verse 1]
I've been rottin' forlorn, beginnin' to be misanthropic
I'm better off 'lone, that's big protein; the 'lipotropic
But it ain't optic, in battlin' the negativity, how do I stop it?
Clearly ain't the 'Jordan wit' it, the flu has me sick
Used to think to overcome vulnerability is through music
That's fool, how it's up to 'stain my spirituality
Bein' fuel for the 'cum of money, because thеy're jus' dicks
That'd play, ridiculed to 'pain such individual's dreams (Uh)
I'd wondеr if forbidden knowledge would 'kill
As happy meals don't ensure, "thrills" but conscious in how to feel
'Bout the 'ills, that'd endure their benefits in register 'tills
Now, ride the automobile' as freedom 'cost a mill'
And I'd bump 'Michael Carter, as it's benedicts in feeling, "rich"
Jump; lipsync' Milli Vanilli, a 'colosseum to, "play still"
The 'Cumberbatch, but it's strange to act to cover the swill'
As it's poor 'side, the materialism isn't 'nough to suffice (Yeah)
Buried the 'hatch, right? A 'ritualism in how you'd backbite
That's how you ride, then it's a minimum; up 'through advice
How Gotham is, "skive" wit' the assistance tonight (Uhm)
As, I'd wonder who to trust, and who to love
Only 'enthused as a savior, but I don't entertain your favors
So, fuck out of your complaint flavors, rather be 'savor
Fuck bein' a 'butterfly, I'd remain isolate for how I'm 'treated
And if you do mind, I'm 'chained 'hatred because I'd feel, "failure"
Isn't that one hell of a verse to bury my hurts? (Mhm)
[Chorus]
Uhm, sentimentals ain't in my mentals
I procastinate but then I go kettle' (Uhm)
Bein' the perfect candidate of a soul to-rental
So, I'd latinate from connections; that's essential
[Verse 2]
And you said that I'd speak, "lecture" whilst bein' an inspector
But that isn't 'Goole to be judgemental; a venture
Though, you ain't an errorist 'bout it, it's jus' your gesture
Perhaps, I'm the 'tool that's oriental, but 'dern in how I'd sink
As it's carbon in the lungs, 'nough in lighten up candles
Because my soul's flammable, fire to the sandals (Uh)
Miasma contributes from tongues, ones that's in 'vandals
Asthma from Heaven's rose, but the smile's annual
I've spoke at most, and now it's slim to none
Non-verbal communication at hand; only way to understand
Because it's forlorn, bein' how I'd lift the relationship; the one
But it'd count to other bonds, even fuckin' up my glands' (Mhm)
Eatin' disorders has me cuttin' weight, ain't safe
And Alice In Wonderland to percieve, "great" to "grate"
In what to even say of imageries at the young age
Achievin' fame, only precedes, "pain" that I can't tame
It has me 'feral, wonderin' if there's better days in, "sentimentals"
Because it's hard to settle, 'lot of bein' God's vessel
In hopes of guidance, in hopes of repentants (Uh)
Out the guilt to reclaim innocence, my past's served its sentence
[Outro]
(Sentimentals soon in my mentals, mhm)