Hypothalamus ft. Hardbody Jones Lyrics

Told her we could really run away if you want to

I can see this place is always comin' back to haunt you

I look through your eyes and I can see just what you've gone through

We won't question life we got nobody to respond to

I want you, hittin' that chick from the back, she say it's amazing

Now she be hittin' my phone every night and sayin' she cravin'

When I pull up to her spot she always prayin' I'm stayin'

Treatin' me like I'm a king, she got me draped in the Satan

Or satin, 8 rings on my fingers I'm on Saturn

Cyclin' through these patterns, we keep on spinnin' faster

I tend not to listen and I keep on getting badder

I just had a threesome and we ain't supposed to gather

(I just had a threesome and we ain't supposed to gather)

(I just)

(I just)

(I just)

You ain't with my gang then I don't give a fuck dude

Yeah I'm just rude and I don't even trust you

Focused on me imma do what I must do

If knowledge is the fruit then I fucking consume

Mushrooms, mushrooms, feed me mushrooms

I'm just tryna see the multiverse and touch moons

I'm just tryna act flirty first, then crush wombs

The boy can never settle, that is just what dust do

Clingin' to our squad I might have to get the Swiffer

We all made of the same matter but we really seem to differ

Winner-winner, jerk chicken dinner, all up in my innards

I'm a poet, I'm a pirate, I'm a motherfuckin' sinner

I was lookin for some peace 'til I realized it was inner

If she really want a piece I might have to put it in her

I've been off my Qs and Ps, now you want to fuck my shit up

If you really want a piece, better plan to be a hitter

Claim to be a killer, we goin guerilla

A big barrage of bars and bombs come out this spitter

I'm above the bar, my head when I do chin ups

I go to the bar, and see what I can pick up

Obsessin' over concepts that you can't even think of (Huh?)

All while tryna decide what I should get a drink of (Yuh)

And she lookin at me like she be ready for influx (Woah)

With me a few times, and she want me to get in tux (Nononono)

But too bad, me and the music already synced up

Sorry baby girl I guess that you got shit luck

Wonderin' how I'm come up with all of this sick stuff

Music occupy my brain, I'm thinkin in ink fuck

Can't stop thinking bars

I'm fuckin' havin' to write bars down while I'm drivin' and shit

I can't fuckin' stop bro, uh!