Bulimic

I need it But will you understand my art? I need it I'm bulimic, not with food, without a start I see it Walkin' dreams, there isn't life until you park Believe it I'm bulimic usin' rhymes to make a mark Deep dark twisted perceptions, I don't give a fuck Even if I did, you'd just be askin' "Where's the kid?" Bins are quite a lot like every reason I was stuck Carve a totem pole in ruts Make the best out of the worst Much would rather argue sooner, so I get rid of abusers Carry wieldin' what you tuck when you read into every booer Hate is necessary, fiends keep their necessary screams While the adversary Queens shuffled borders given orders Penta given when you leave I need it But will you understand my art? I need it I'm bulimic, not with food, without a start I see it Walkin' dreams, there isn't life until you park Believe it I'm bulimic usin' rhymes to make a mark So much goes into it, I don't know why Right before I take a hit, I kinda wanna hoe grind Highly intellectual, but danger is a low price Couldn't wanna know what I concluded with a dro vice Not that I don't wanna listen given your advice Seein' how you ended up is why I made a right Fearin' what I couldn't, now I gotta grab a mic I've been singing to myself, maybe there's another light After all the people left, evacuations of a dancefloor No, it isn't people, it's the neurons fleeing to the steeple Had a lotta prayers, and into controversy I've been left Cleanin' out another mess to give it more and take it less I need it But will you understand my art? I need it I'm bulimic, not with food, without a start I see it Walkin' dreams, there isn't life until you park Believe it I'm bulimic usin' rhymes to make a mark