My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife, under oath, don't want no hocus pocus
Niggas tryna go pop, I draw contact
Rip my facemask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net
Is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy, you missed your moment
Parousing the MoMA
I'm all on my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman Ayahuasca
I had What's App'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though