Текст песни Vanilla Sky - Matthew 508

I hate to brag
But I'm the favored one, I've elevated crazy fast
Patient when I'm taking action
Loading up the life elixir in the same contraption
Focused in the midst of unforgiven tiffs and faint distractions
The jaded chemist, pacing in the lab I'm tilted mixing up the chain reaction
Half it, that was basic math
The tainted maniac, Simma serenade the ratchets
I pen the escapades of sadness like some Facebook captions
I barricade in attics
This is greatness crafted savvy raps to entertain the savages and grace the addicts
My flavor paint the trap
Ain't got a day to waste, I play the game I hate to practice
I prayed to make it back
In pain from seeing face in caskets
I gotta take the flak
This ain't the laser tag from rehab, this fade to blackness
I'm off the tracers when I race in traffic
I'm off the plane but gotta take the baggage
Training just to chase the rabbits

Distant voices
I'm mister pick your poison
Peeking out the motel blinds and hiss at noises
Packed syringe with his and hers when I misgendered choices
The family stretched as far as mid Detroit and Illinois
Acidic, spit it iller poised
In foreign shit I'm drippin' Hoisin
Dressing to the nines, the rhetoric divine
I put it on display, she felt it in her spine
The villain often drained, surrender when the guilt arise
This is open season
I'm cold as polio, I'm over freezing
I scored and wrote it with the stroke of genius
I do-si-do to overthrow bereavement
The flow to cope with grieving
I go for gold although I'm slow to seize it
Could never ever get the bro for treason
It's too much loyalty I know the legion
My soul a swollen lesion
Im more Mike in Thriller than Bryson Tiller
The knife behind the Nike zipper
Write the scripture, Mikey light the killer