here's a napkin, wipe your face

I watched the family plant roses
My non existent Patek watch wasn't frozen
In the basement
I found all these sounds and I stole em
The chosen
One thing I have to do before I dip is fucking roll it
We both understood our assignments like coaching
She going through the motions
Life is what you make it like so hold your horses for the moment
Contemporary dance across this slate of isolation toting
Put the record on the table needle stabs steady approaching
Sometimes I wonder when the times all up
Live from right here right now stuck
Ain't got a problem with it jump
Who you talking to the sun
Don't wanna talk to you my bruh
I don't think you hear me huh

Heavy out the heart I took the bat and then I swung from home
We was so concealed inside ourselves confused stressed out alone
I had built up anger from the football field and golfing strong
Inside of temple it ain't golden cracks inside the walls
Weighing extra on my daily rhythm so my beats is hard
It be late at night I fight myself I'm extra tired god
Confided in a space in which I creep to fight my ego off
Denim four sizes too big momma like we can see your draws
Got the O's that hold them up I swear we running marathons
Til' the break of dawn
Thick bitch chest King Kong
Forbidden Ramadan

But don't forget about the feelings in the paste tense
Theres method to the madness
The devil lurks in fragments and your personal address
Because the door was open
Reporting live from right now, right here just in
It ain't question
There's spaces in between the lettering
If your finding that unsettling
Then here's a napkin
Tell you I don't give a fuck go wipe your face you cabbage patch kid