Analog Montage of Prof-Z (feat. Sqwd) Video (MV)

Swimming in the sea, but I see nothing
Wonder if I bleed if I'll mean something
Wonder if I need what'll be coming
Or humbled by the breeze like a bee bumbling
Ruffled-up club no dubs when I'm lonely
Simmered up son, but I best keep my nose clean
Tissue box topped off, I'm not with the woe-me
But damn if I don't feel little bit un-cozy
Looking for the answer as I'm battling the cold air
Cold stares from the corner, I don't need to go there
The fresh night coats the soul to break the stalemate
Rewrote my own parole like a jailbreak
Don't date death, but she looks good in that sweater
Remember sin sister breaks bread with whoever
I'll slow the role, hold close to my own
'Cuz unknowns grown too close to the bone
I haven't felt familiar for over 8000 hours
So I'm proud of how I let it build me up to feel empowered
Now or never is the mantra to conjure the fallen hologram
Unbottle the sorrows that have hardened up a hollow man
Some call me a seer
Others call me a dreamer
Goal on the horizon
A puck in the arena
All nets, bets off
Just another Roblox
So long, so gone
Another Casanova
Weekend warrior ignoring foreign ornaments
Ordained to me by lords of more importance
Timeless vines that climb from the cellar
Looking for better weather
The tethered interceptors
Interconnect the foundation
Of my rental property
A mockery to infrastructure like another Socrates
Filling it up with epoxy
Rocky Balboa to boxing
Watching analogue montage of Prof-Z
Analog Montage of Prof-Z
Analog Montage of Prof-Z
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Analog Montage of Prof-Z
I Tend to get ethereal writing my new material
Maybe that's the avenue to my version of spiritual
Complex metaphors only I can understand
I didn't plan the letters flowing from my hands
Klepto-fantastic plasmatic reaction
As the LCD Screen pumping out panoramas
Jamming my radar with tragic circumstances and perchances
What-ifs clogging my glances
...f*ck
One day I'll know
Then another won't
Provoke notes from the infinite moat
Where I fish for whatever I wrote
Keeping afloat some days harder than most
...nice boat
Waking up with dump-trucks parked on my chest
Maybe they onload on the road to my best
Or maybe this vest
Is the burden I wear for the rest
Of my existence here in the west
...plenty of time to test
Prof-Z
Analog Montage of Prof-Z
Analog Montage of Prof-Z
Analog Montage of Prof-Z
Analog Montage
Storm brewing overhead, thunderclap somberly
Borrowing harmony from the water as it falls on me
Run or crawl, still moving
No matter bruising
Or the sleep I'm losing
My incessant mind cruising
Allude to lost flight like rogue feathers
I know better ways to float cold weather
Dark matter accumulates behind my navel space
Mamma told me to meditate and embrace the shapes
My body heat reminding me that energy is flowing
Against the equilibrium the nature that is frozen outside
Help me expand
The entropy that flows from my hands
I don't need to understand the grand plan
Or carve maps in the sand
Other than... other than
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Analog montage of Prof-Z
Analog montage of Prof-Z