Shokora - Gross Depression Beard lyrics

[Verse 1: Shokora] Lying It's a way of survival my rival is in the mirror singing and cheering along to the song that has made me fearful But i wrote it So i guess it's only right that he would quote it back to me Actually you might as well tell the faculty that i'm gonna shoot up the school 'cos i'm schooling you with new rules You're lucky I met 'em when I did or else those could've been your kids with their lids split open like I didn't know how heavy it was before i picked it up Tell Jesus i need a pick me up But only if he's real right How do blind men believe in sight and three wrongs don't make it Right angle tri-angels but our wings are mangled and i'm rubbing on life's cankles All while being patted on the head like you're doing a good job now rest up and go to bed It's all a dream i keep telling myself T-h-a-t and i'm mating with people i really shouldn't be dating but f** it literally I'm an a**hole Been depressed for a while, i feel like trading my tie for a la**o So look mama look mama look No hands Satan wants to tango, look at my feet, i don't dance They both left, like our dads did Fell like I've been rapping from a casket since the acid trip And bongs i rip and juice i sip and i pour some out for those moments missed My soul is obnoxiously paranormal I'm paranoid of the normal I show up to prom night looking so damn formal But i keep it tight, no h*mophobia Pics or it didn't happen my n***a, get the Nokia And the Kodak and n***as fold back like loafs of bread and it was written does it need to be said Animosity is lost in me I feel like Socrates eating in Texas Oh yes, extra extra extra large please And don't worry about the Ketchup ma'am i brought my own But on this hot chocolate, can i get a little bit more foam I got an appetite for apathy, i'm laughing at n***as laughing at me I'm crackling 'cos i just snapped and now i'm gonna pop I'm sorry officer i didn't know that octagon read stop I should've called this song Sharkeisha stop 'cos i ain't gonna stop until you go ahead and call the f**ing cops And make sure you put this sh** on the internet My n***as stealing trophies 'cos we haven't won a thing yet Hard cut to the spoils of war, i told him a knock knock joke His face was the door No mouth emoji The universe is made of coding Anointed beings is who we used to be I'm not blind motherf**er i just refuse to see and these kids need a shot and a motherf**ing booster seat n***as acting so goofy got me feeling like Pete Spitting Quantum Physics at n***as like a mathlete I'm trapping like Yu-Gi meeting The Fugees wearing a Gucci sweater Goddamn n***a you can't tell me you can do it better