Box from Kismet by Oscar Goldman

I need to think Instead of being just another piece of shit holding on to my dick going on about shit, that happened last night The past controls life the past like four nights
I've been going in with a bottle of Nyquil just to get sleep just to catch z's and still no rest. It's not like I'm sick just sick of being treated like I don't know shit when I know it went down got red on my lips like a clown so who's the fool now still me hands up if you feel me am I really the type to ask if I'm alright in hindsight I'm the type to live a life that don't right from wrong sing along if ya know how to go on without singing along live life stuck in a walkie-talkie (copy) probably have a pocket full of Pocky with a grill looking like I played hockey do you got me (good)
And I live like a quarter in the slot trying to buy me some time in a room full yachts that's me in a box
The apocalypse is sort of mean I wish I had a gorgeous queen but quarantined steady eating pork and beans always kept my distance no one's forcing me dangerous buying shit without a warranty got to keep on truckin is my priority feeling hazy at times like I'm in a sorority y'all boring me y'all got me feeling that I need to regulate like I'm Warren G on the fence about who I should be need a new I.D. and a new white tee with metal in the stomach so I'm feeling like a robot staying here till the show stop cold heart so I freeze my ass off for 10 months walk around aimlessly where will I end up you can find me in a place called nowhere
There's a lady I miss, I won't go there
And I live like a quarter in the slot trying to buy me some time in a room full yachts that's me in a box

• DIY
• Ersatz Splynter
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Oscar Goldman
• blah blah
• underground hip hop
• Sonora