[Produced by GoldSoul] [Verse 1] Everythings dope, long as somebody has something to profit Even if the prophets me, bodys strung to a coffin Get a rash from the glaring, the glass Im preparing Is smashed like a death in a bathtub in Paris Way too hard to be original, retarded from the visuals They copy like its carbon, only part it is the minimal Wear black to resemble outer space and the galaxy Im empty like it is without the ships or batteries My music brings me stress, beautifully depressed Abusing every cheque on these groupies getting bent Starting with this tape, they gon start placing me with giants Im 80 feet and rising, they just saving me for science I hear my own music and theres oddly depth Humans are the gods, thats the cause we rep Got a good momentum, while they pause each step Its funny, the girl I spoke about in Godspeed left [Hook] Throw me in a Paris Bathtub with a toaster With a toaster [Verse 2] Only ever have a moment of isolation Never been a Christian, got a constant fight with Satan Love a bitch with low self esteem and daddy issues When Myniakal dies away holmes, well badly miss you Im in a constant motherfucking struggle with my brain Losing all my drive in a tunnel switching lanes There really arent that many people that I would hope die Im just looking for the girl with kaleidoscope eyes [Hook]
bathtub, toaster, paris, goldsoul, constant