idiosyncrasy ft. ShyeGurl Lyrics

The sky is looming over me, rain clouds, thunder strikes

Wondering if something more inviting's hiding under my

Often misconstrued and often mispronounced mental state

Of questioning the effort in residing in a rental place

And hiding my potential, turn deciding into bomb defusal

Loving to long division happiness to quantum fission

Trafficking my honest vision past whatever non-descriptive, Ineffective, novice-printed paper that I gotta do soon

And obviously I have got a lot of things that I should probably talk about with someone more professional

Possibly the therapist I'm perilously offering

My each and every thought along with every candid decibel

I've penned or typed, maybe tried to find a way around

A hundred thousand sentences and whispered when I laid them down

Later, in the process, it would seem that the volume was increasing exponentially

The same way that my faults do

Catch him kissing sheets candidly

Cling to sleep frantic as the missing piece

Majesty shimmers in her sanity

Grab the spindle, weave tapestries

Delineating dreams that breach canopies

The sinner bleeds blasphemy and weeps in his hands

That drips rivers to the script that he speaks to the lands

Still he been evasive, in a mist of fickle faces

Progression in the pain like he mirrors Irenaeus

Still a kid, maybe the frame depicts a doubt or two

Or how about the down-and-out demeanor during howdy-doo's

Suck sour fruit, smoke, rise altitude

Sitting on a star, watch mountains move

Crash landed at the crib, wrapped in habits, what a bliss

A pariah with a passion cack-handed in the sticks

Babbling the practice of a man that's in the myth

And that's where I'm gonna go ahead and end this

No one else can do it better than these two crazy kids

ShyeGurl and Flittle, giving you something to reminisce