APA ft. laserofhate Lyrics

Michael Imperioli actin catchin a felony

Theres ghosts in the walls in my dreams they're all chasing me

Got a trapdoor pad for sliding out the back more

List of excuses growing longer by the day lord

Swing with some movements gets em out of their places

I tried to grove em in their pumas but they just weren't complacent

Matter fact I've been pissed since before no one noticed

Lost a whole buncha focus when I was livin with rodents

I'm in pajama bottoms listenin to luke the bird

Eatin sleeves of oreos smokin weed like it's my work

I see these fuckers rubbin elbows with the thieves in charge

That kind of shit is simply not the way i run my squad

Def torrential

Homie stealing cymbals

It's pretty fuckin dope the way I ride into the intro

While these fuckin alley cats piss and whine over some midi beats

I've been synthesizing drums Robb's cooking shit up properly

Criss cross

Steady move through life improperly

Smooth is in your property

Climbing up your ladder b

My aac is in your teens cell phone

So they'll play me as the soundtrack when they burn down your fuckin home

I cant fuck with snakes and recently spiders

But I think that's the anxiety from not seeming to find em

Throw me in a cleanroom and I'm sure to be fine

Fine is fine right as rain spotless vestibule mind

Nine lies, fine lives

No feline in mine

Put your hands to the sky things won't be alright

There's no sheriff around

Slit throats cross town

So if you see me in the wagon hide the fuck right now

We brand everything to make it not so scary

Shielding horrors makes the public just a bit to pansy

Fuck the COVID era and every gate as a concept

You hashtag problems then drop it when you see a shiny

Objectify your secretary then lie

Smoke in the diner tonight

The manager don't mind

You turned your back on the guys so expect a surprise

A jack in the box placed in your car outside

Jesus Christ get tantalized by some fuckin money

Billy Idol can't even see where the fuck you're coming

Stoned to the bone and spent magnet repellent

I was stuck inside a cave staring at some iridescence

Back again and there's something said for the way I'm rappin

So many fucks you'll think smut is back in action

Non commercial

I told those goons they can fuckin shove it

Walked outta there like the man

The kid is fuckin golden

Breaks back its a shit tax for how i'm holdin

Caulfield in a car field i'm caddy ranchin

My spirit animal is grayson from weehawken

Silica gel in your mouth, you don't get to talk man

I'm miserable and the world smells like fuckin afrin

But i guess i should be thankful i'm not drowning just always gasping

That be said the kid is grand and keeps on laughing

Sending off these bloody goats and sacrificial lambs