stanley kubrick freestyle (Explicit)

still

done addressin’ the haters

saving this energy

moving with grace

the space between us is faith

i know what you not &

both of us know what you ain’t

there’s nothing to say

tell em i cannot relate

but just to be safe

prayin the sinner is safe

i’ve been locked in before

lately i’m outta my cage

cest la vie

adressin my sins in therapy

who is to say just what it’s mean

bumpin the beatles, i let it be

expectations are a loaded gun

i’m biting the bullet, you triggered, i pull it

i made my shadow work for me, guess the dark could matter too

self effacing i fell back into the sunken place

stuck this way

fell from grace

tunnel vision on the version of me that i shoulda stayed

my white boy with me he got ben folds five on it

coulda went, coulda bought my ticket, then i coulda win

hide behind these 5% tints

embrace the villiany

lately think the engine note

has been sounding something like symphonies

g87 m2, something out the century

tesla waiting in the wings, silent and it’s deadly

as far as divine penance, your sentence is time served

it’s 9 to 5 somewhere in suburbia

and in lieu of fluency of all of god’s incongruencies

my hubris for the vision seem to rival stanley kubrick see

new revival of the truest, see