I feel like, supersonic
When I go ghost
Let it off my hook
I don't hang out, money tails off quick
I hide myself when I feel like shit
You keep watching me die slowly like Anubis
Falling off my wrist and palm
Bleed out the anger
I cannot manage to control how I feel inside
So I lay in the dark
Radio waves
Consuming my getaway plan, my escape
Fake my death and hide in Ukraine
Can't live anywhere I can't take
Tryna deliver three ounces and a half of mugwort to the crib
But I can't show my address on the site
Fear of raising suspicions
Naturally hallucinate on these psychotropics
To bring relief
Submerging my pain and grief
My existence most times feels like
Paraponera Clavata glove ritual
Suffer so habitual
I always knew I had a death wish
This by far is my best shit
But I'ma disappear for a while
I hate to say it, but life is complicated
Left me questioning shit like why and how
So I'll give you this, 'cause I'll be away for a while