TECHNICIAN. - DYSMORPHIA. Lyrics

Lyrics DYSMORPHIA. - TECHNICIAN.



Clothes on backwards,
What a way, to start, the day
It's
Water weight
Face is ageless
I
Flow off backwoods
Push the plate, back, ration grapes, spit out the steaks
Taper my patience off
Calm my rage, i meditate, to love my age & pray for more, do i deserve it though
Binge off bug juice, buncha joints too, munch on salt food, lunch chew ice cubes
They won't love you
Smoke down a memory pack puff away on the past, and then lie to you, fuck
Stare down my own eyes while high in the mirror, like Winona Rider do searching for Will
Burn my hand on Coal, for a deeper reflection, pure vocal inflection like i'm from the ville
Only time i feel whole, is off mental congestion, lucy blessings, MDA pills
Ignore the education section on dating apps, wasn't for high school
Hyper fixate on negatives like a commission based doctor in debt from they med school
I always dreamed bout a gazillion ears tuning into me, before my DOOMSDAY
Some say
We love you
It'll be okay
Say what you mean to say
That i'm not okay
Say that you see it clear
That something broke inside
And that you realize
That i'm a ticking time bomb & you hate my presence
Stuck between the fences
That's y'all sit on, sides
Split
Bout the way you speak about me mentally
But that's okay if you believe it
I wear these expressions like chefs do they best dish, but can't expect all y'all to eat it
Make an effort in, reflecting on my blessings, losing my mind mean my family suffers
Like i'm hefner, in, my bathrobe addressing
Discrepancies, dollars to make, & some pussy to plunder
Smoking my green by the p, you ain't smoke nuff to, see thc in a pee test
God speak through me, but i digress
Work til i find all my brothers on beaches
Equestrian reaches again
I am judged by half men who ride dick for a living
Spite off of the tip when they jizzing
They unplanted seed hate before they beginning
Genetically livid, even yo own people shake up a bit when you start winning
Betrayal can't come from the enemy, Judas to Jesus, yo own homies is
Insalubrity insalubrious
All these of fuckboys as foul as Voldemort's spells
That's why i keep focus centripetal
No lighting doobies with dubious people in hell
Nastradamus with a new flow
I predict all of my ops at the floor by my feet
Attacking break beats clean with minimal features
I'm YYC teacher, these kids wish they Carti
You blessed with your body, yo mind yo artistry and soul
So own that grow with it
Meditate, realize most of yo thoughts ain't your own
Like stuhlinger from black ops two
Bitch you the new, goat
Hit that set, send that text
You up next that moment you claim that you you
Yo best is your honesty, strong arm the jealously, look what that shit did to cain
Dance on the flow, like my name is abel
The weekend is just where i start
No 7th day rests for my payroll
Identity crystal, no clark,
These bitches say that i been different lately
Cause i'm bringing in income consistently
That's half the point baby, like severed off index, my goal is my family in Sicily
Just because im fly don't mean ill fall from the sky i can carry all that weight with me
They hate from a screen all some dumbos, admiring my flows, the babies to my stork
I am carrying
Splat their brain with a bat
She want my soul the most i can do green
This how quickly i can put on a mask
Serotonin dosing for my team



Writer(s): Brenden Ormandy


TECHNICIAN. - Repentance.
Album Repentance.
date of release
11-02-2021




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