Losing My Linear ft. Deej The Messanger Lyrics

Bif a mug with no handle

Off the shallow end

I'm a fucking handful

Break into your house and steal your favorite pair of sandals

Diseased

Moly Ringworm

16 vandels

Hate me please

Folly plunder

I know I am

And how to disable

Your good time

No wonder I'm the party bummer

Losing my linear

Buyers and sellers

From the fire the cellar

High as propellers

Shit I'm high as Coachella

Loud pack like Sting from Wolfpack

The kush strands turn the brain into cooked egg

Trying to touch paper like typewriters

Pulled up clutch scraping like Night Rider

Mike Myers with a mic wired

The mind wired the napalm inside the live wire

Losing my linear

You could probably find hypocrisy wherever I hide

But I'm on Reddit now cuz Facebook lied

Full of myself

Myself pity and destructive pride

I'm on streaming services now cuz Sound Cloud died

Losing my linear

Sidewinder

The Pied Piper

These dick riders get car tires

I'm far better

The scard leather

The dart spitter

The bar setter

The Hard hitter

Shit the shart flinger

Gagging off the wax in the bath tub

Smokin on the shatter getting back rubs

She says that you lack lust lacklust

I eat it from the back now that's love

Losing my linear

I am basic grayscale

I am unrelated entrails

I'm on a different level of fail

I am off the fucking rails

I am basic grayscale

I am unrelated entrails

I"m on a different level of fail

I am off the fucking rails

Losing my linear

Blunt roach

No Freddy roach when we punch throats

I'm Chris Brown when I punch hoes

Clip sounds like drum roll

Dick down these dumb hoes

Then skip like jump rope

I'm the shit like bung holes

On that shit like I'm dope

Throw a grand at your bitch

Tell her to get a life

Losing my linear

We are the rust of stardust

Our own fictional depiction of the vision we all lust

We are the crust of non-trust

An interpretation of what makes us not us

We are the worst of stardust

A barely functional society derived from the either

We are the crust of non-trust

Do you follow

Yeah me neither

Losing my linear

She says I got an attitude

She says that I'll smack rappers til my hand is blue

She says that I love the way I see beauty

Shoot the shit with yo bitch like we're skeet shooting

No pea shooter

Heckler and Koch to the bump stock

Gun pops like drum rolls

Punk rock

Skunk pot in the bubble bath soothing

Smoking bubble hash in an all black hoopty

Losing my linear

I'm a fucking handful

Hate me please

I need something to stand for

I crave the heat

Give me another anthem

I crave the beef

I start with breaking limbs

When I need to feed

I start with breaking limbs

When I need to feed

Losing my linear