the feng shui (feat. Fractal Boi)

Oo, oo Oo, oo Here we go All the way, all the way through Every fuckin man has twenty four hours in a day bruh It's all about what you do with that twenty four hours If somebody says they don't have time to do something I would say they just don't want to do it Hahaha And that was the last resort for the lethargy My last report was an hour short of a reckoning To heck with me and those tendencies that keep beckoning May I profess to be merely a mortal man Daytime dormant in my sacred quarters recording a jam It's not important, but damn it feel like enlightenment Yeah Laced the beat with the stock sounds They'll never get a taste of me hastily running my mouth But Algorithms found me tripping on shallow shit While sitting on the couch with clouded vision, asking How did this shit transpire? As I am actively inactive You don't choose your fate you lose your choice Or maybe that's the ploy Well, who's to say? I blew the joint like a smooth escape My truest aim was never brownie points or atta-boy's At a point you get so unfuckwithable they don't fuck with you Yesterday I gave a fuck, today I got stuff to do And from this inner state of mental freedom The unrestricted mind opens up To reveal linguistic talent and poetic ideas Unknown and shocking to the average rapper It's the critically unproclaimed Spittin pesante Bothered by all the wrong things Long days obvious in my face Still unshaven Bummy onesies on Sundays Unable to stay comfy Blame it on AWOLNATION The feng shui is FUBAR It's serendipitous, trust the flow Dare to be bold and bare witness Bit the bullet, spit the shrapnel out the gullet Carelessness can't answer my prayers And problems always seek to compare Why do we prepare to be scared? Assumptions are the snare to beware (Where's my snare?) I'm reaching, but I'm grasping at air Tryin too hard Tryin not to seem like I'm tryin too hard I'd like to trade the hoopla For a cool calm collection of new thoughts to muse on New thoughts to muse on, new thoughts to muse on Too far and too gone Too far and too gone Alright, you ready? Ready if you are So guess I'll be a leaf in the wind Without a thought in my mind And a grin on my face To deceive the unclear I guess I'm winning this race Because I'm already here (Where's here?) Well, who's to say? I blew the joint like a smooth escape My truest aim was . . . well, who's to say? Yeah, unh In my sacred quarters recording a jam Recording a jam, it's a jam Damn it feel like enlightenment Trust the flow, dare to be bold Be bold, dare to be embracing grace Thankful for my flow and for my waking days Every fuckin man has twenty four hours in a day bruh It's all about what you do with that twenty four hours Oo, oo Oo, oo