Tried to find her pulse but tripped on the scar tissue— hard to miss—you left barcodes on your wrists for charged issues Pardon, boo, but subscription to a loaded magazine would’ve been your cup of tea if death wasn't but a dream Though I see you've rolled the die Am I your last hope alive? ‘Cause your lows passed my high on this bipolar roller ride? Open eyed, I’d introduced you to skepticism Guess inception isn't the best mechanism to upset the system 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams, this reality has no reason for counting.' She said… 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams, these scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…' Train tracks mark your arms where metal pushed its way through The blade’s your transportation to a place that no one strays to— with cushions n’ candles— my little damsel in distress Hooked to the gamble Looking to cancel what you invest Woke to a text that read “I’ve always loved u…” Drove over, assuming the high stakes of a blood pool Anyhow it’s clear, your WIDE ASLEEP and there’s a way out from here— but that’s through me— so get up off the couch, my dear… Oxycontin swabs overcrowded your mouth I fear And your nose, no wonder I found you impaired, down on air No time for sirens— hit the highway flying Can make it if we chase it like the high you been riding 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams, this reality has no reason for counting.' She said… 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams, these scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…' Listen—snap out of it, girl— get up off your island No—we won’t go to any hospital that I been I swear, miss—no one’s guna hurt you— on my word, boo! Shit, I’d admit myself before I threw you to some dirt suits… But your curfew’s near I sense it coming—hunny don’t worry ‘bout nothing— a lil’ liquid charcoal’ll empty stomach You know I love you, too Here, make some cuddle room—see? I scooped you up like we headed to our honeymoon—we hit the exit pretending rain pellets are rice strewn Stay awake a lil’ longer, babe We'll say g’night soon… Well now your belt’s unfastened— you’re beginning to look cold Guess this gon’ be the first time you see me slipping out clothes Tuck you in—grab your hand— we’re almost there Clammy skin glows— shedding light on your comatose stare Yea, I’ve visited the sun but our honeymoon eclipsed it in the twisted twilight where no kiss could rid your blue lipstick… 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams…'

If the world was built for two, It certainly wasn’t built for you… They picking off the black sheep, sniffing up the vaccine Crippled with the cane… I’m sitting in the backseat, lifted off the trash heap Pistol to my brain… Verse 1: Flip a nickel with a stain—Two-Faced to make ripples in the game It’s as simple as they’re saying if you’ve hindered all your flame Let ‘em reign, I ain’t finna fall for fame Innards on display for entertainment? I’d rather sink than sing on your slave ship Chains, whips, ain’t shit— just keep you tame when you famous. Painted as patron saints— sacred agents of the Matrix It’s a shame in the name of some trivial gains Stars are framed Played like a bunch of video games At the press of a button get to steppin’ like nothin’ was ever set for discussion and then dissected of substance They pretend they above it like it ain’t left to the public who in the end direct the direct extent of your budget Yea, sunset is coming Let the prophesy hail true May you never forget the day that democracy failed u. Hypocrisy nailed truth to the X on the dotted line Cosign the slaughter So we can all sing this lil’ light of mine… Hook: from Lana Del Rey’s “Video Games” “Heaven is a place on earth where you tell me all the things you want to do I heard that you like the bad girls Hunny, is that true? It’s better than I ever even knew They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you… Baby, now you do.” Verse 2: Bitten forbidden fruit The poison apple of your eye They’re living proof of all that happens when you die Line ‘em up in front a firing squad Gunnin’ for the head, Admire in awe, many bled to keep that carpet running red… You took your body downtown The DTs found out EMTs countdown ‘til you licked clean by chow hounds Pussy on a platter You society’s Siamese Your body’s a crime scene I seen it on the side street Underwent the knife like, “It’s all about the timing!” And you were right, just picked the wrong site for hiding Born vixen swore she needed more fixing All tense before presented, got a date with the mortician Through the stitches and the soreness Face lifted, lips are gorgeous Bigger tits, ass blimped Now you stiff as rigor mortis Floored—hit all fours like good lil’ business horse Live fast, die young— ‘least you’ll leave an exquisite corpse… Hook: LDR Verse 3: 'Oh yea..? Ok, let’s play, my little sex slave Bettie page in bondage No resting, heaven is a place where your neck’s strained in my harness Chestplate full of carbon Next day headache from your conscience Why the fuck would I put you on if I wasn’t depraved and heartless? Starving artists unguarded against my carnage ‘cause my palm gives something solid they all want but aren’t promised. Truly doomed without the fruits of the accomplished ‘cause the world was built for two— that’s the root of being acknowledged.' Hell, that’s cold... Starlets victimized by telescopes Wait ‘til whites of their lies show to shoot then embellish those. Cameras for the common good? You're a Commie and a tyrant Paparazzi propaganda— pop a Nazi with the iron! TMZ—TMI, private eye What team am I? There’s no “i” in team, but there’s a “me” So, feel free to die You a fiend that feed on lives I’m a fiend that feed on lines Used to be the white stuff, but now the lights up, and well, that phoenix fine… Hook: LDR

Verse 1: F: Draw the blinds, hun… Widow shoppin’— Checks her reflection I set up on the narrow sill Enjoys watching herself But acts embarrassed still In front the cocked Canon Which winces while the barrel fills In a green tint— Jack n' Jill on that Paris Hil— S: Sex tape, bed eyes gleaming Sex slave for the time being Lap dance, hands tied Get free or I’ll die dreaming Her ass lifted, divine demon Wax dripping Dark knight in a black fitted Last Gotham city rogue who acts twisted— F: Past lifted—we crash land I smashed in like a masked man On my last stand, her cash band Ankle bracelet unfastened Put her soul up for adoption Would've sold it for a profit A prophet with a box cutter Yea, hold up in the cockpit S: My hostage in bondage On bail bond for a locket Givenchy locksmith We get it popping in the hospice Abroad in a hostel Couple grams from London Abandoned wedding band on the runway Leave the Samsung running, Saint. Hook: F: Rather die with the sinners Than cry with the saints Got my mind on the winter With my eye on the rays S: Yea, our days are full of those things Not even your closest friends should know Our nights are even worse So grab your gun, let’s go to church SAINTS, SAINTS, SAINTS, SAINTS KILLING ALL THE SAINTS S: Black/gold links clink I’m drinking in your name SAINTS, SAINTS, SAINTS, SAINTS KILLING ALL THE SAINTS F: Black/gold paint sprays The ceiling of my brain Verse 2: S: Mirrors for vanity Dressing room full of Darwinists With red lipstick like bloody lips From licking Karma's wrists Birth control for breakfast Your pimp is your consciousness But I’ll wipe your mouth With that dollar bill that you starved for, bitch. F: Small pond princess Practiced pirouettes in meadows ‘Til haunted by the overarching Silhouette of stilettos Achilles heel stirs up Mai Tais In sheer lace top thigh highs God, time flies when the light blinds Her defined lined, dark lime eyes… S: Trade your corset for a stage name You’re accustomed to the costume There’s 5 girls in a dark room Trying to get paid, but it costs you (Girl...) Slid off the pole—I caught you Sold your soul—I bought you Real quick, make your heels click No judges here—pay law school F: Hopped off the Horse She’s on that horse n' carriage still But don’t know how to let go The pole on the carousel (Now that’s real...) Six inch pedestal Parallel to the powdered trail I sniffed out, sit down Slip her a bill, like, “How that power feel?” Hook: Verse 3: S: You’re a big girl You know one thing leads to another Wore your heart on your sleeves Now it bleeds in my covers… You expect me to understand When your overreact I wrote a song on letting go That’s holding you back F: She’s better than this But who am I to speak Got a vendetta with wrists I seen her suicide in sheets Lent my Beretta with hesitance Said let her do and die in peace But I think this martyr needs A lesson in losing thy beliefs That passage perilous Quick living when bumps fade Shit-grinnin’ derelicts Save the sinnin’ for Sunday S: Our foreplay is gunplay Wedding band on the runway Middle finger-fucking, fuck it We all burn in Hell one day… Hook:

The scene sets on a Sunday sunset The axle turns Dinner table massacre— rationed plates crash and burn Placemat assassin— floral patterns captured her Walls of gore— decor of the rogue rebels Water bed of tears and decomposed rose petals… "In the suburb side… I learned to drive and you told me we'll never survive Grab your mother’s keys we’re leaving." Hit the high road for survival They coming for the thyroid and a time-warped cyborg ain’t what I swore to die for "You always seem so sure..." That’s 'cause they're hoarding whores! Selling sold out souls at your local corner stores "In a suburban war..." where the POWs are forced to conform to pro cons and form double you’s "Standing on the opposite shore..." The grounds we had to laugh 'til you got tied down and I surrendered to get you back "We were already going..." That’s not true. "We were already, already going..." That’s just not true... "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling into the night..." In suburbia, subservient where Stepford wives will murder ya for furniture, Lester Burnham lest ya burn 'em for the hernia Copernicus, cook up the cornucopia of curvatures Corneas of furnaces Utopia's for the birds and kids, yet... "Kids want to be so hard..." Ain’t that the truth? "but in my dreams where’s the screaming Running through the yard..." Like wild dogs Snatching kiddies in the park Bundles of joy in their vile jaws Smile large, Master Bruce using privilege to change the world but the Dark Knight fell and he aint even save the girl Couldn’t wait 'til the walls... "finally fall..." and there'd be nothing left to silence the call... "Nothing at all... and then nothing." "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling into the night..." You never gave a fuck... Flashing passersby Long before we said our last goodbyes for the plastic prize Meaningless valuables Let’s see if it's salvageable I’m sick of reproducing pathetic etiquette in a crowded room Used to explain how these snobbish formalities would just rob us and our future family of its proudest means, you used to say... "So can you understand?—" and baby girl I feel the same... "—why I want a daughter while I’m still young... I want to hold her hand Show her some beauty before the damage is done... But if it's too much to ask, if it's too much to ask, then send me a son..." Rewind, sent a sign as we caught up in the parking lot Parlayed 'til the coffin popped open—the sun rose— scoping for a coffee pot In love from the get-go Princess with a shell toe Hello, welcome to hell Let’s find a way out of this hell hole... "Under the overpass in the parking lot we're still waiting It’s already past So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass 'Cause it's already past Already, already past..." I guess it has... I guess it has. "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling" I can't believe it either... "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling" I can't believe it either. "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling" I can't believe it either... "Sometimes I can't believe it I’m moving past the feeling again..." Suburban dystopia, we elope in love… Suburban dystopia, we elope in love. Suburban dystopia, we elope in love… Suburban dystopia, we elope in love.

Dreaming of autumn... Dreaming of falling... I don’t know if I love it anymore All that I know is… I can’t stop. Verse 1: Gave it everything I can’t take more A dream’s all I seem to be awake for Pardon fate’s course but death is a better bet Falling face forward’s the set way to get ahead The center spread’s a catch from a distance ‘til your letterhead’s trapped in the black and white pigments What happens when your dreams give you night terrors? And sleep is a reach fiendin’ to fight mirrors What’s seen is the reason insight perished The breeze carries screams that the mics cherish You want to hear about the pain and struggle? Well, I’m addicted to the rain and the nameless puddles What a shame. Fallen angels engraved in rubble with no admiration paid to the pavement tunneled Where war criminals reign Slave to the Sun Tzu Soon be just another stain in their jumpsuit Itching veins etching lets for forgetting Finger-painting Armageddon for some seconds of Heaven Not alone, hope most won’t mind my scream In the city that never sleeps no one has time to dream… Hook: (James Blake) I don’t know about my dreams I don’t know about my dreaming anymore All that I know is I’m falling, falling, falling, falling Might as well fall in… Verse 2: Do your dreams justify the means? Must I deceive for these fucks to buy CDs? If the only thing that keeps you sane will be your downfall Is it wrong to entertain “how come” instead of “how long?” Take my resignation in blood Ain’t delusional enough to assume my destination’s above… Self-destruct on a track I hear the train coming The trophy at the end of the tunnel’s a vain woman Life’s exciting ‘til you roll out of bed, right? The light’s enticing ‘til you know what’s ahead Like, 25 deep These repeating beats sentenced me What if your reason for breathing isn’t meant to be? Tempted to cease for a little bit of normalcy The rotten rebel been considering conformity Stop and level— forgotten Devil been calling me but that’ll be D-Day— Normandy for all to see Gonzo like Thompson Embalm statements Stuck fear and loathing in Ma’s basement Stage dive— the masses want me stirred Kill it, then kill myself— Black Swan feature Yea, I went all in— might as well fall in the scalding cauldron— I politic with a Parliament Hook: (James Blake) I don’t know about my dreams I don’t know about my dreaming anymore All that I know is I’m falling, falling, falling, falling Might as well fall in…

Man, what a beautiful day… You ever dance with the Devil in the pale sunlight? I met her in the yard like, “What up, hunny? Nothing, huh?” In the cut like a dust bunny “Why the long face?” Looking at me sideways ‘Bout as bewildered as a puppy with the primates Funny, “Well, listen here a minute Ms. Jezebel I ain’t only taking a chance for head or tail Nah, your light caught the cornea of my eye from the corner where you and the coroner coincide Pardon, but your golden hair’s parting the shade Starving wolves watch from the grey— I’m a marksman by trade The sharks smell blood and you’re looking left lonely Cronies that accompanied you went to get their homies Phonies… Me? I’m Holden—off the rye Milk bar marauder holding up the sky But why so still on a sunny summer afternoon? Full length gown looking like a casket on the move I see you ate that frozen apple juice with a plastic spoon! That’s my fav too if I get a chance to snatch a few… What happened to you? In a place like this After dark’s when the sharks great white kiss You’re new here I can tell, don’t be timid Got a gat for the goons if they moving over limit Ha, see you smiling, splendid I know it’s hard, but just ‘cause you jarred up don’t mean you need to keep your jaw shut But no rush… You must not trust heads Though you ain’t got up and left Guess this a success Expected much less Assumed an attitude But you ain’t said a single word and I ain’t mad at you ‘Cause an aura holds more weight than oral and I’m well-versed with vibes and the ways of the immortal Yup, plural portals…” A freckle in her iris My sense? It’s her own heckler in hiding Eyelids twitch, pumping Morse code of the soul Searching for a way out the torso of this awful hole The sane play the game? Ha, what a fucking joke Bunch of talking heads mirror gazing, sucking smoke… Red eyes firing looks— no time for combat Caught in her mind trap from first eye contact Had to probe— something ‘bout them bold earthly orbs— alienated, dirt green as a merchant’s core Asked if she knew how beautiful she was but just looked at me funny like I was unusually abrupt “What, lovely? Was it something I said or done?” Replayed the tape in my head Overwrite or let it run? Meanwhile, she gazed up Lost in the clouds I looked down, gave up Thoughts tossing around… In come the white suits back to save the day Fear of getting made to stay clear paved the way Shit, even the schitzos caught onto that reality Honestly, honesty’s a foul way out this fallacy… The head mistress sent a scowl from a distance Curtailed alpha males hid and howled at the henchman Proud on the prowl ‘bout to pounce on her pension Growled in my direction like I mounted her possession Without an ounce of discretion yoked up Goldilocks, shit… White squall of folded arms storm like I’m holding hostage The jarred belle made a racket like a savage and I yelled, “Bring the axe or a hatchet to Ms. Ratched!” Called the staff an infection on the path to correction Laughed at my jabs— passed off as passive aggression The lab’s antipsychotics an active investment in my pores, synapses like, “Pause, pass the Zyprexa…” Guards had a gas It really wet their whistle that I whistled at a chick who couldn’t detect the signal Said the bird’s brain dead Still look lovely tied up but she’s fried off that substance just sunny side up... Couldn’t stand the leak in the mortician’s kitchen— “What you mean she can’t speak? Body language insisted different!” Could’ve swore I saw glimpses of recognition but I’m just a symptom of the same reckless system Losing touch, like, “Damn, Jezebel. What the hell? I just had a conversation with my fucking self…” Well, my other self… Hell.

Silence—the realest shit I never spoke… Shut the FUCK up. Verse 1: Yea... I told you I'd be back Left for dead near the exit steps beholden to the crack Dragged to the lab Head kept coldly in the cap Strapped to a pad, yet 'least there's something to hold me in the trap Just phonies in the pack— spliffs twisted—like, "Get lifted!" Dismissive 'cause his sickness don't exist on his pigment Like, "Addiction's for the weak and the wicked." Think I'm listless 'cause I listen to physicians with the sinister mission of enlistment? They call me timid— convinced it's all in my mind— then got the nerve to turn and tell me all I need is god! Shit... You think I asked for this? You blasphemous bitch You’re a follower, a fraud— lost if there's no ass you can kiss I've endured psychosis Bipolar roller coasters and learned to hold my own afloat in an ocean of vultures So who are you to diminish the damn path that I’ve been through? 'Cause you’re simple and can't imagine half of that info People like me don't make it past 15 A decade later I've spent half of that shit clean I'm not street, but I ain’t pristine so spare your thoughts shit streak and peep trajectories next time you cross to come get me, bitch. Hook: This why I've been lifeless—beat chest This why I've been writing deep breaths A taste of wasted Yea, this what I’ve been waiting for A wayward core The fuck you know about chasing more? Bruised, made me wane Yea, that's what the waits were for The bane of my existence Now watch this faceless vagrant soar... Verse 2: I was down and out begging for your help Though I don't blame you for leaving— caught in the center of my Hell Had to flee, so be it but why'd it have to be like this? Unwavering, thrown to the wake but couldn't loan me a life vest? Like you ain’t have a landline or memorize my coordinates? Wanted to forget even if it meant my death would be timely yet unfortunate... Prayed I’d sink without a bubble to betray you Well this is for my double and all the trouble that he saved you The night I alluded suicide and never heard back— high off my ass, cruising in circles in search of a smooth crash— thankfully noticed last moment you don't deserve that Not 'cause you don't deserve bad— You ain’t worth my urn with your bird ass! Heart turned black, cracked while you surged the perfect exit 'Fore you kill yourself for a person make sure they're worth the effort! Couple years down the line shit, you wouldn't of minded Would've blindsided the afterlife if you ever took a real dive, miss But you? Crooked, spineless Here's a hook for your highness Hell, I fucking tried You can't kill a hooker with kindness! Fine, look at my grind like you’re the cause of it all but you weren't there for the growth you were just the cause of the fall, bitch. Hook: This why I've been lifeless—beat chest This why I've been writing deep breaths A taste of wasted Yea, this what I’ve been waiting for A wayward core The fuck you know about chasing more? Bruised, made me wane Yea, that's what the waits were for The bane of my existence Now watch this faceless vagrant soar...

Hook: x3 I need some sleep It can’t go on like this I tried counting sheep but there’s one I always miss Verse 1: Fienyx Hood up, head down 33 hours in the vice grip Sun’s out, gouged eyelids on the night shift Weighed the consequences— still do or die Life’s always greener on the other sewer's side (suicide) Right? But no one seems to take mine—too bad… I ride loyal as a sheep dog— true that… Even too much so, though The care is hurting Always end up bearing the bare bulk of a barren burden Larynx burning— throat loaded like a landfill After that piano drops so does the anvil At a standstill with restfulness, needless to say Catch a break? Too busy counting all them sheepish mistakes What a shame, man Veering from the game plan Damn, it’s been years— still here, in the same stance Foresee the rise It’s easy to call the fall, guy Reborn yesterday? Should’ve slept all night… Hook: x2 I need some sleep It can’t go on like this I tried counting sheep but there’s one I always miss Verse 2: Rob Rivz I’m wide awake trying to fall asleep, counting sheep Another day, another dream I live life through the eyes of a fiend, trying to scheme All I know is money’s green and how to balance out my triple beams Late nights, drinking just to ease the pain I wonder if I die today would you fly away or decide to stay? I never sleep ‘til the sun comes up Eyes closed, brim low ‘cause I smoke them blunts My flow’s sharp like a blade ‘cause I’m always on point and if you vibe off my rhymes then roll up a joint Real Recognize Real— that’s a part of my life and without my Midnight (K)rush I can’t sleep at night That’s right Wondering what I need sleep for I’m so stressed out— still puffing on them Newports I’m dropping bars like an anvil Popping Percs like they’re Advils I’m coked up I can’t stand still I think I need some sleep… Hook: x2 I need some sleep It can’t go on like this I tried counting sheep but there’s one I always miss Verse 3: Fienyx Sometimes eternal sleep sounds so nice Gambling with life— waste breath ‘fore you throw dice But when I get to rest in peace I won’t want to Casket closed Erode with those that haunt you How awful… Tombstone blues Loved ones gone Now you old news Got my troops in line— they don’t know the science or how I scrutinize my lambs like my lions Hoarding, counting wolves in sheep’s clothing Soul and sanity hanging from a clothespin You don’t want to know of the ghosts of grown men I won’t show behind the closed end of that bullpen The one I miss is the one that eats me alive Sometimes you take a side if you cease to decide Scared of the dark More afraid of the light So if I need to be awake I save it for night… Hook: x4 I need some sleep It can’t go on like this I tried counting sheep but there’s one I always miss