Skulkin

Good job Will (I feel the rot in my brain) (Fuck it, try not to swerve, try to stay in my lane) (Stay celibate, I can't give no fucks what they say) (And I stay with my blade like I'm Ecco 2000) (I stay with my blade like I'm Yung Lean) (Why are you laughing boy, nothing is funny) Creepin' through the night real slow that's how my life go (I stay with my blade like I'm Thaiboy) (Still on my come up, I'm not in my prime boy) Willy Creepin'-creepin' through the night real slow that's how my life go Sleepwalking, skulking with my motherfucking eyes closed I-I-I feel the rot in my brain Fuck it. try not to swerve, try to stay in my lane Stay celibate, I can't give no fucks what they say And I stay with my blade like I'm Ecco 2000 I stay with my blade like I'm Yung Lean Why are you laughing boy, nothing is funny (Nothing is funny) It's hard to push aside my apathy I just hope one day I become something But for now, it's me and my gang and we going crazy yeah we be on that dumb shit (We be on that dumb shit) 808 mixed with the kick, when I hop in the whip, you know I got the whole car jumping (Woo) Look at the moon, look at the stars I look at myself like who the fuck am I? I look at everybody else and think to myself, who do they think they are? I'm sick of the filler bars, sick of this substance-less shit and these substances-less bitches (Bitches) Watching myself, I can't catch me slipping (Nope) Anymore, going up in every way, that is the mission (Ok) (Thoughts don't stop flowing, I can't stop thinking) (Voids all around me, I'll never know what I'm missing) Creepin'-creepin' through the night real slow that's how my life go Sleepwalking, skulking with my motherfucking eyes closed I-I-I feel the rot in my brain Fuck it. try not to swerve, try to stay in my lane Stay celibate, I can't give no fucks what they say And I stay with my blade like I'm Ecco 2000 I stay with my blade like I'm Thaiboy Still on my come up, I'm not in my prime boy (Not in my prime) He talking shit but all I hear is white noise Black bitch say I go hard for a white boy (What?) But I'm posted in the dark, skulking around like a demon, I'm scheming (Woo) I'm walking, I slur when I'm talking But I don't do drugs, I just think that I'm dreaming (Woo, ok) Every action has to come with a reason Every sentence has to come with a meaning Shivering like I'm freezing but it's hot out Fakes in the frame so you know I gotta crop out I put in that work, yes I'm serious Smoke in my face, I've been trying to clear it But I don't know if it's working Mental lurking, I've been soul searching (Thoughts don't stop flowing, I can't stop thinking) (Voids all around me, I'll never know what I'm missing) Creepin'-creepin' through the night real slow that's how my life go Sleepwalking, skulking with my motherfucking eyes closed I-I-I feel the rot in my brain Fuck it. try not to swerve, try to stay in my lane Stay celibate, I can't give no fucks what they say And I stay with my blade like I'm Ecco 2000 Creepin'-creepin' through the night real slow that's how my life go Sleepwalking, skulking with my motherfucking eyes closed I-I-I-I-I feel the rot in my brain Fuck it. try not to swerve, try to stay in my lane Stay celibate, I can't give no fucks what they say And I stay with my blade like I'm Ecco 2000 (I can't associate with rumors, like fuck what you heard about me) (I try to let actions speak for myself, like fuck all the words around me) (I gotta be careful when picking the people, that surround me) (The slimiest snake might be in your backyard, it's astounding)