Bang

My movement's congruent to triangles found

In a ruin, too close to perfection no room

For improvement, go buy you a vowel you aint prove

To be fluent, to speak in my language cause I'm

Talking money man you bout to lose it, I'm off

And I'm running, they paying a premium just to bare

Witness, to how I might stay on without no

Assistance from helium to raise the pitches

Peripheral visions is narrowing

Depending which way you lean on the heroin

America's just a experiment

Where you can double ya gum if it's spear-a-mint