MONOCHROME

It's the Grey boy dripping up heavy wit the, wait -- wrong song

I been too gone

Stuffing the ketamine into my schnoz

Turned to a pawn

Need no applause

Feel like a servant yet Grey be the God

Watching 'em fall

Enemies gone

Bleeding out, they ain't gon' get menopause

I don't give fuck, I ain't living yet

Everyday thinking bout ending it

It's all because of the internet

Everyday crawl to the finish, yeah

I be escaping to drugs in the basement

I be that cicada, my shell been too vacant

Ain't take no vacation, the money been waiting

So I'm finna take it or end up instated

My mental can't take it

Yo forehead glint with the sole imprint of my air max 95

I got a baseball bat with nails in it

Make yo head ring like some chimes

Blck and grey make you attract them flies

Back to backfloat in that brine

Anode cathode contact current burrow path holes in yo spine

That's battery

That's assault

Actin on that alcohol

Dancing on the tightrope motherfuckers losin' balance on

Sting like angry bees, I'm floating, swinging like a ballisong

Tossed into the sea, can't keep it level like the ballast gone

I'm up like a metal gear

Duckin', we diggin' thru bullethell

You drop the ball if you set on fear

Your body gon' follow right down the well

Water topped with gorgons

Gorgeous yet abyssal

I don't count no to sheep to sleep

I count the horsemen in the window

I'm encasing

Psilocybin to the brain and then I fuckin' slang it

Bag it up and serve it to these kids, they think I ain't shit

Wait until Saliva cut off all ya circulation, what you saying?

You think that

Flippin-flipping pack my occupation?

Grey the mental patient, tripping on these fucking laces so elated

Never let you know I'm fucking anxious

And flaking

On every single one of all my fucking obligations

Ain't gon' make it out, ahh

You can't read the price until you already made the purchase

More standoffish than an urchin

My office beneath the surface

Move cautiously like a surgeon

Been workin' for this a decade

Nobody fuckin' it up for me

Dustin 'em like a beignet

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

Burnin' inside a furnace

And howling like packs of wendigos

Check your coat, 'cus it's turning

We been defining the line, motherfuckers keep tryna blur it

Oh, cry me a fucking river

You turning the color turnip, I'm turning to monochrome