"gatekeep ts (new rant)" lyrics
Still ecstatic, ain't a bit happy
Plan the vigil, only vegetable who still active
Peeling back the skin, reveal the knick knacks and paddy whacks
I'm whipping out my phone and wondering which ex would take me back
Give me your full attention, hand over all conventions
Conceal the same disdain they'd never be so bold to mention
It's hardly sleep, cause know this hardly been a body
This a vessel I'm controlling from the fourth dimension, obviously
Probably the prophet of my posse
Ask me for advice, I tell 'em wise up, shut the fuck up if you lock in
Tossing, doing tumbles in my top sheet
This tax season cost me
Now everything a risk, bitch
Now everything is costly
People gossip, people talk
Move like "yes sir" at the job, and act an asshole off the clock
Wanna call it lacking boundaries, rather call it moving smart
Cause information like a wine, surprise, I'm popping off the cork
If you a rapper and legally bound to use the word "algorithm"
We're legally allowed to come and beat you to death
I don't make the rules. but still do a thorough job
Look like Joey Burrow with my fur coat on, fuck it drop a Burrow Bomb
Number 9, I try but tend to see the pot and stir it up
I must think I'm Ben, I throw a party when my girl gone
Not a real person, run inside the Erewhon
Piss on every popstar and celeb I can square up on
Living through just one season
Timing is such a motherfucker, Monday's like my weekend
Tuesday's like my weekend, Wednesday's like my weekend
Thursday's like my weekend, so tap right into the frequence
Yeah wake up, think of dying, sleep, then go repeat the sequence
It's fucked, this situation is fun, tryna race me to the deep end? I won
Got a smoke on you? I'm feening, yeah ash it like a priest
Yeah these heads are getting touched
Don't your soul feel extra clean?
I'm in a trance, salute the hangman
I am just what I am
Yazzy going bam bam, alties going bam bam
Spin the corner bossy, pop the tires, peeling off, I break the wheel of the Trans Am
Ahhhhhhhhh, applause
Doing too much, but ain't done too much at all
Singing to the beast, the beast repeat the call
But sometimes it feel like I'm screaming at the wall
Stuff it in a box, split it with a saw now
Come pull the ribbons from the inside of my jaw, clown
Sit and spin before the best trick yet
Flick a wand to float a mind but mine'll go before the fall down
I'm chasing phantoms with the engine of a semi-truck
You take the wheel of this old menace, I'm already stuffed
St. Glutton's Soldier, feeding fantasies to any of ya
But how can I explain that I feel everything to every one?
Plan the vigil, only vegetable who still active
Peeling back the skin, reveal the knick knacks and paddy whacks
I'm whipping out my phone and wondering which ex would take me back
Give me your full attention, hand over all conventions
Conceal the same disdain they'd never be so bold to mention
It's hardly sleep, cause know this hardly been a body
This a vessel I'm controlling from the fourth dimension, obviously
Probably the prophet of my posse
Ask me for advice, I tell 'em wise up, shut the fuck up if you lock in
Tossing, doing tumbles in my top sheet
This tax season cost me
Now everything a risk, bitch
Now everything is costly
People gossip, people talk
Move like "yes sir" at the job, and act an asshole off the clock
Wanna call it lacking boundaries, rather call it moving smart
Cause information like a wine, surprise, I'm popping off the cork
If you a rapper and legally bound to use the word "algorithm"
We're legally allowed to come and beat you to death
I don't make the rules. but still do a thorough job
Look like Joey Burrow with my fur coat on, fuck it drop a Burrow Bomb
Number 9, I try but tend to see the pot and stir it up
I must think I'm Ben, I throw a party when my girl gone
Not a real person, run inside the Erewhon
Piss on every popstar and celeb I can square up on
Living through just one season
Timing is such a motherfucker, Monday's like my weekend
Tuesday's like my weekend, Wednesday's like my weekend
Thursday's like my weekend, so tap right into the frequence
Yeah wake up, think of dying, sleep, then go repeat the sequence
It's fucked, this situation is fun, tryna race me to the deep end? I won
Got a smoke on you? I'm feening, yeah ash it like a priest
Yeah these heads are getting touched
Don't your soul feel extra clean?
I'm in a trance, salute the hangman
I am just what I am
Yazzy going bam bam, alties going bam bam
Spin the corner bossy, pop the tires, peeling off, I break the wheel of the Trans Am
Ahhhhhhhhh, applause
Doing too much, but ain't done too much at all
Singing to the beast, the beast repeat the call
But sometimes it feel like I'm screaming at the wall
Stuff it in a box, split it with a saw now
Come pull the ribbons from the inside of my jaw, clown
Sit and spin before the best trick yet
Flick a wand to float a mind but mine'll go before the fall down
I'm chasing phantoms with the engine of a semi-truck
You take the wheel of this old menace, I'm already stuffed
St. Glutton's Soldier, feeding fantasies to any of ya
But how can I explain that I feel everything to every one?
