Floating Out

Where we going now
Don't know where to steer this boat but we're floating out
They know me as the goat
I gotta hold my doubt
It's over for these micro doses
Know I'm loud

Y'all a dime a dozen
You were really lit but your rhyming wasn't
Pull up on me like "fam" boy I'm not your cousin
You are just a fan boy cause I been buzzin'
Stop the fussin'
I'm fucking up the percussion
A ruckus under construction
Done with your under production
Your luck is somewhere but duckin'
And somewhat under abundant
I'm numb to the stuff you're bumpin'
That junk belongs in the dump

Where we going now
Don't know where to steer this boat but we're floating out
They know me as the goat
I gotta hold my doubt
It's over for these micro doses
Know I'm loud

Gimme an inch and imma take a hundred kilometers and SKRRRT
Life is a bitch and imma get it on wit her and burst
I been a bit invisible to all the commoners
When I'm feeling miserable I twist up all my herbs
Hit the microphone and turn the hurt into these words
And if Michael don't he'll surely burn into the dirt
And I really don't think turning thirty is a curse
Ill enjoy the journey from the birthing to the hearse
Imma turn it up and just keep murdering these verses
All your rhymes are nursery, I'm surgical as wordsmith
If I were to bury thee you'll surely not resurface
It does not occur to me to be courteous, you're nervous
Do yourself a service and be aware of your purpose
I'm not sure if what I'm looking at is not a circus
The sheer amount of clowns around here is a bit concernin'