BUS STØP

I'm at the bus støp in a one-puff taxi
Gotta shotty if you wanna pop the back seat
In the velly bass bumpin through the black sheets
While you ø'ing on the yellow like a black sheep
Synth is mellow but it's sounding like a trap beat
Chopping flow ripping words like it's crab meat
I'm at the bus støp, one-puff taxi
Blinded by the night
Attack me

I represent fear
In the hearts of the lost
And I'm counting up your tears
Like a fucking hidden cost
I'm blurring out my vision
My judgement is glossed
A decision to envision
My fingers are crossed

But there ain't no freebies
Cuz you cowards got the heebie jeebies
Goosey loosey
I love Lucy
And I'm talking about
LSD-MPV, BBC-POV

Member on the the board of the itty bitty titty committee
But the space is small and the receptionist's pretty
So I may just turn 5 to a 10 like 50
Tutenkahmen of my city
On the hunt for some O.G kitty
But (skanks) danks all I'm getting and that's a bit of a pity

Now riding with my niggas till the day that I die
Searching for the darkness in the brightness of light
Sacrifice your soul in the harbour of night
And fall in to the blackness like a prodigal sight

Live like you want to
God help me fly
Live like you want to
God help me die

Now
Glide with me baby
Up in the sky
Fly with me baby
Let's all get high
Now glide with me baby
Up in the sky
Fly with me baby
Oooh

Now let me switch cuz I'm jockin' it with a Bodak flow
And I'm printing all these bills
On my office Xerox though
Bet you thought I was gonna rhyme Kodak on a Bodak flow
But you're sleeping on my words
Woah there hoe that blows

Interlude over
Back to clover
Back to the poison of overexposure
Back to the rhythm of fake composure
Sanity's in the grip of the beholder

But let me ask you this
How do you live your life?
Do you know that your Mother has been fucking your own Wife?
Do you know that your Brother has just taken his own life?
Would you rather discover or be ignorant tonight?

So
Rapture this
Capture that
Got your girl on my lap
And she's rubbing my back
Then I tighten the strap
Burn a bridge fade to ash
Cryptocurrency my cash
Stock market gonna crash
It's a new world at last

Cuz I'm a narcissist, motherfucking piece of shit
Got my decks on check
On the record, off the rip
Can't be see by most cuz I'm hiding in the mist
But I'm watching all like bat hung off a cliff

I'm at the bus støp in a one-puff taxi
Gotta shotty if you wanna pop the back seat
In the velly bass bumpin through the black sheets
While you ø'ing on the yellow like a black sheep
Synth is mellow but it's sounding like a trap beat
Chopping flow ripping words like it's crab meat
I'm at the bus støp, one-puff taxi
Blinded by the night
Attack me