tra¡x¡xed for eternity Lyrics

Ayeee wassup wassup

I'm uhhh im the torture endorser

The remorser-er sorcerer

I'm the worst for uhhhh many reasons

Like the seasons change and i just get more and more fuckin deranged

Ayee uhhh i also gotta give a shout out to the flower

And this hour that i am able to spend

I really recommend

I play with amorphous fractal forces

Can't complete these constant corrective courses

Careening up a mountain on some high horses

Crippled by countless contortions

Crooked calloused cavers of corpses carved in my mental fortress

Not lit by torches

But the torturous mortuous

Porous prismatic chromatic crystals in my corpus

I'm higher than a passing a round a pufferfish porpoise

With coordinates from a chipper choochang chiefin tortiose

Make no sense

But i got

Invigor mortis

Y'all abhor this

Cuz i'm lookin gorgeous

All while coastin on a kill ya self chorus

Mister makin corrugation

Etching out my minds creation

Money rakin liberation

While on permanent vacation

Drug takin celebration

Engineer my generation

Wakin bakin obligation

Plus whatever combination

Mystical metaphysical ele-elevation

Typical individual obliteration

Pinnacle of the lyrical vi-vibration

Clinical with my cynical iso-isolation

Clique full with chemical representation

Cyclical al(ly)chemical examination

Critical analytical ego annihilation

Reciprocal like receptacle personification

Something bout it thooo i love wastin

I also say fuck waitin

Suck my dick i'm scintillatin

Shinin with the stimulation eloquent articulation

Clickety clatter scatter climb the ladder

With the pitter patter i condense the matter

Schizophrenic chatter tryna find the pattern

Down or up took the latter soliloquies over saturn

Lead all in my water but i'm workin harder

Tell me what i oughta but i think i'm smarter

Rollin off the blotter baseline departer

Fire starter burn it till it's broader i'm the sea parter

Sing along to my own song cuz i don't belong

Ridin on the top of my own dong because y'all are wrong

Smokin on and on with the riddim like i'm King Kong

Broke another bong but still look like my last name was Wong

That means my eyes closed weed stank on my clothes

I got no hoes y'all some bobos

As the smoke blows i'm ripped right from the lows

Shortly after lemme tell ya how it goes

I feel so so then i'm like oh

The potent pruning pick apart my ego

Consuming looming peaks and then it plateau

My fears are faux fabricated like a tarot

Feel so so i'm like oh

The potent pruning pick apart my ego

Consuming looming peaks and then it plateau

My fears are faux fabricated like a tarot