FOMO On The Unmarked Grave Lyrics

Bitch it goes on and on

Bitch it goes on and on

Bitch it goes on and on

Gastropod Christ done wrong

Gastropod Christ done wrong

I rock from song to song

Pleasure just a measure, treasure it dearly

Don't touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me

Pleasure just a measure, treasure it dearly

Don't touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me

What, what, what, what

What, what, what, what

New Yorker birac' Afropessimist in the Art Deco

By day mannequin, by night insurrecto

The GhostTown crew pull up, I got concentration

Lu know the ins & outs of conversation

And conservation

Stay optimistic

Must warn others

Must not despair

That's on the hoes and brothers

Stay optimistic

Must warn others

Must not despair

That's on the hoes and brothers

Work it out, work it out, work it out

Grab the shit and work it out

Grab the shit and work it out

Aight, boom

Family gathering was an interrogation, dining table radius of doom

My montellese father the secret agent in the room

Aight boom

Philly's revenge on NY

Let's fly up shit's creek, the raft is ten-ply

Your change is superficial, Albert will never be Tensai

Black queen too uppity, they buck the bitch

And snuff each snitch, spark Judas

How Mussolini's hand marred Tunis

My omnivore teeth scar prune pits

While Bennett's percussion hits underscore my harp music (tell em)

Underscore my harp music (tell em)

Underscore my, aiyyo, yo, yo

Where's my unmarked grave? The FOMO hit

Be careful what you wish for, 'fore .44 spit

My last spliff tasted chokehold crisp

Searching for rave afterparties like we don't know, shit

Yeah we don't know shit

And we don't owe shit

We sure as fuck don't owe shit