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Ofeus One

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Aha they ready
All the way out there, all the way
Fucking out there, just, just
On my own
You know no fucking watch
No map no axe no nothing, no nothing
Just be out there
On my own
No Arias or plaques for me, rapping on beats
I'm happy with the plaque on my teeth
Bloodsuckers will run from us because I'm a match to a leech
A bunch of you's to confront us and act in a G
A bunch of Dutch rutters just jacking your meat
Only coming with your boys help, but that's what happens when you fake
And reenact what you see, I wrote this with a six pack on a beach
But I still feel like
I could drown in a puddle, struggle to claw my way out
Biting my nails to the knuckle, every vision I have is bound in a tunnel
Promised I wouldn't get pissed, but I'm downing this funnel
I know this ain't my usual funny rap
But that's because work's on my back and my girl's pregnant and money's tight
Still I'm up at five to jump a flight and fucking grind while my mum cries
Cause her mum just lost her life
I had a choice to strategize, but it still hurts when a sacrifice
Doesn't leave me satisfied and that is why
It ain't over for me when the going gets tough
I just get flowing on beats, I have a goal to vent a bit
Control and get a grip of my soul and centre it
Then dig a hole and bury it, lay awake at night and listen to old Benefit
Cause them songs hit me better than cold medicine
Who I am
And why did you do that
I don't need money it makes people cautious
Come on you gotta be a little cautious
You can't depend entirely on leaves and Berrys
I don't know if I wanna depend on anything more than that
Just like a watch for Christmas
I wrote this shit designed as a message
To let you know there's no time like the present
So go and bus a move, swipe your concession
Just to spend more time fantasising, obsessing
Coming up from underneath the bed like the Babadook
Big dreams of living life like rappers do
This shit's the only call I can answer to
Ball I can balance, tell em handle what I've quickly written with some kitchen mittens
More pussy than Missy Higgins sitting with fifty kittens
But I ain't sharing nothing, I don't even do split decisions
But I take the piss without remixin ignition, giving nothing
But an mp3 with some old clandestein, half a can of Sprite
And I still arrive back in time
But with McDonald lunches and Donald Trumps
It's no surprise that I've got such a spinning moral compass
Till I'm caught dead in a fresh shirt, I'll forever kill pens
And bend words, twist my middle fingers just to represent Perth
While they listen to the minutes until the next Purge
And they study my best work when all I see is bitches with bars
More than an episode I Wentworth, so until there's grey hairs
You'll never see a page teared, where the dope is I'll guarantee I'll stay there bitch
Ha, yeah
But, but, but, but, but, I'ma do what I can
Wish I knew who I am
Yeah, I'ma do what I can
Wish I knew who I am
Who I am, who I am
F*ck who I am
Ha, Ofeus one
What up, Grits
Perth City and I'm signing off
This is Into The Wild
F*ck who I am, who I am
F*ck who I am
How was that
That felt good

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