chance the dexter

[DexLabb]

BEAT:

look,

sat down with my grandmother over breakfast,
and talked, bout history never knew tht shit would get to me
marilyn monroe, dean martin, elvis presley it all obsessed me,
starting to realize , there's this world right next to me

and i been blind,. yeah, feels like just the right time,
u know? had the blinds closed, escape the world sometimes bro,
unlaced nikes, nah they wouldn't like me, i ain't exciting,
"whos style is he biting? ur shit is highly unlikely,"

but it gets worse, pull up fb and add celebrities,
get pictures into the lives of people who con artist the hardest,
just wish it was me. real talk, wish it was me,
and so do u, but u don't got the soul. least' i got the shoes,

yeah, wasted. flip sided, legit i can't quit writin'
know im under flamer surveillance, by all these fed up faggits
know i got the heart a' the game, pac in my veins
dead words in my lungs, black card in my name.. some where

some where im free, parallel world up on TV
where the lights get low, and the people all scream D!
and the tickets get sold, backroom at my shows
gettin' head from a martian w neon lips that glow green

acid trip stickin' pins in the head of my dick, quick
pass that lighter, i'mma smoke tylenol through a twix stick
cut my balls off n' then take my testicles, dip, lick
repeat - till' im straight out of salsa or keilbasa meat, yo,

step to the crowd, wood floor spills in my mouth
cant talk. im' mahogany. damn it feels plausibly, god-i-ly,
take pictures croppin' me, come to my show snob at me,
and underneath it all i no longer want to be a wannabe

fuck, the clouds at eye level, the walls are my brain
no matter where i turn im in the damn corner again, same
bitch that i fucked with, same shit pack of luggage,
same world that i wake up to, full of piss dick clitoris and fuck shit

just a suburban turban. terrorist in my homeland,
nobody would understand, im just a haver that don't have
it all. sit in my room and consider suicide, gloomy eyes
walk around the world depressed cause i can't choose to die,

man, but life's great in the parallels,
i don't make choices, i chill with fate in the stairwells,
climbin' to the bottom, apple in my lunchbag went rotten,
bite chunks off my arm, guess its 2 late to say farewell

but anyway, i hope your fine. wish u the best really
cause u know who the best really, when even i can't kill me,
and u know i got it, n' i know u delirious,
cause they don't even know if im fuckin' with or serious,

man,

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