Lyrics Watching Grinch On the VR - Dēdric Dean

What's with the talent showin'
Became a poet but I didn't wanna know it
Prolly 'cause I'm writin' like my name is Edgar Allan Poe
Egg him on get the yolk
All my life I been dodging bullets jumpin' rope
Since a youngin' I been runnin' from a noose
Tighten up my shoes I don't want no loose screws
Steady chasin' dubs 'cause I don't know how to lose
Look at all the youngin's trynna copy my moves
Touché got me feelin old I need a toupee
Grippin' on the mic on the corner for some loose change
And they ain't teachin' this in class
I'm a temporary substitute and givin' out the facts
Ask that's a question for the after
Won't apologize only to my pastor
You gettin' plastered while I'm in the rafters
It's nothing but a little molecule of matter
Speed dial don't need it 'cause I'm
Livin' down the road from my therapist
Got terrorists makin' comparisons
Dealing with this problem from the time they dropped the carriages
As if we were
Livin' in Whoville
If I ain't get this off my chest then idk who will
Heard a echo kept on callin' me idiot
Check the schedule check off to wallow and pityin'
Sit and screen for their health
And I'm not feedin' myself
Nobody gas me up
I keep the beans on the shelf
Keep inhaling that kale to replenish the cells
Blowin' too much smoke takes the wind from my sails
Series of events that's unfortunate
On a snowflake ain't no way that's proportionate
Remind me every month just when my appointment is
Tryin' not to shrink down to where disappointment is
Hit the deductible eighteen a month
No more of the Huckstables druggin' my lunch
Rape me but do it mental
Art of forgiveness how I'm still not resentful
I got flowers all up in my lungs
Breathe out premonitions
Sensations in my fingers start to tingle
Tangled up is my heart like my hair in the mornin'
At the end of the day it's still not important
Gymnastic contort it twisted aorta
Speakin' to God I'm not speakin' to y'all
Just 'cause the mention gett pistols withdrawn
Twitter fingers trynna pull
Cancel everybody 'til it's black white and dull
Like I'm in Spain and I'm running from the bulls
Lookin all privileged in these all white clothes
Switch to all black put me on death row and
For my last meal only eat vegetables
Need my greens and my beans and potatoes
At the top of the pyramid
Nobody wanna save us
Make us sit still planted on our anus
Disassociated on a social hiatus
Timetables turnin' DJ run it back
Reggie bush up in the blunt it's packed
Somethin' to do when your bored in a room
Catch a case for not wearing a mask
Get a trial that's on zoom

Reality's gone virtual
Seeing signals of virtues
No gifts under the tree this year
Reality's gone virtual
Seeing signals of virtues
No gifts under the tree this year