Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and Drown my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awake The moon's got a grudge It's trying to hold me But my hands won't budge As I coax 'em out slowly My words are spurted perfect I'm a surgeon with a scalpel working 'til I've heard precision It's inertia and a balance of boredom and annoyance at my past work I'm scared of it And all these fucking people see me as my first experiment so Back on my bullshit like an addict relapsing I'm Earl how I act like lateral passing My passion back with it having been tattered and blackened You feel what I'm saying no matter if it's fact or I'm capping High school ass like flatulence splattering Lathering it on the bathroom walls until its plastered in Last year had me acting like a rat in a lab and This year found out I was discharging battery acid Had to throw out my fruit snacks Get my old groove back New name, Mr. Bloom only speaks true facts Maybe Cause I stay confusing clueless cats And everybody already fucking knew that Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and Drown my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awake The moon's got a grudge It's trying to hold me But my hands won't budge As I coax 'em out slowly And I don't get the stress and emphasis on meant to be identity All my fucking friends were meant as entities and that's the end of it Concept is elementary like jotting rhetoric into your head correct to fit it in a song, bruh It's coming up my head erects an S ahead a monka Slipped through the cracks like ass goalies and hockey pucks Cath told me I knew one wave was not enough Got this shit banging, call it potty fuck And I don't ride waves, I'm okay with the tide shifts Leave 'em eyes dazed, wide gaze, hidden eyelids All these tired days, skies rain, now my grays turned vibrant No precipitation 'sides flakes from my iced wrist And fuck approval from the older me I'll soon be older than I'll sprint ahead of him like mortal rodents in a cobra's den Slithering and shivering, he know his flow was colder then So hit me in my DMs if you know who got a coat to lend Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and Drown my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awake The moon's got a grudge It's trying to hold me But my hands won't budge As I coax 'em out slowly Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and Drown my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awake The moon's got a grudge It's trying to hold me But my hands won't budge As I coax 'em out slowly