I Reject Your Reality and Substitute My Own (feat. boyponder)

Snapping under entrance examinations My corporate servant down payment for the fanciest embalmers At the finish line I'll finally be a hobbyist Ruling over fungi in my carbonated water Busy with these antacid metaphors Bay Area Belphegors and Sunday funnies I turn the other cheek to the bucket kicked from underneath me Eat this Not that A cheaply made but foreign car Taught to Rebel politely In polystyrene cushion walls Pandora's patterns I wished they'd watch me bleed If blood was what they saw me for I've lost it once I've boiled over Just distance from the what i was Cut your bangs saving face for fades Wet my nostrils in center stage Because I'm afraid to be alone this time when summer falls away Panning out to elderly cliché Actress one takes hand of actor two Looks him in his hurricane eyes And tells him that he's so so different (Actress one take hand of actor two) A pair of deaf smiles form way too quickly in red blue green (Tells him how different this all feels) Indifferent to the screams I scrawled in letters never written They're saying words but I'm losing what they mean I'm just a product of my Sum collected kindling burning up In the crumbling of an empire Scrambling to draw up the play by play For every risk of statistic significance Praying to the zeitgeist path of least resistance I am a low ranking member of The alternative-industrial complex Because I am just a shell to live vicariously through In daydreaming of how I'd gamble All the things I've earned in my life I will convince myself that I'm irreparably unlike all of you But all of us are equal horizontally And all my friends are doing what they want When I'm just doing what I think I have to I can't wait for the day When they optimize my outward thoughts away Fuck you mean this a drill beat Rap just like Tennessee, I got means Decapitation, Twitter fingers Ratio and angus Beef We don't do smoke we do bangers Mosh pit, sick and plastered First half, yeah they had us Can't trick me come at me No mask on I'm the baddest Bitch I look good Bitch I feel good Pretty boys in the city now we make itty noise This ain't no dizzy flow but we keep going like In-N-Out Drive through it I ride through it, reject that shit I fly through it I'm binding it, repent that shit like Isaac Where your eyes at? I'm right here, too tied up, where your ties at? Where your mind at? Get side tracked, fuck a right hand When I write in this verse yeah I turn into a big man Bro I'm big mad Yeah I'm big mad Bro I'm big mad Yeah I'm big mad