Poe

Intro

Quality Street Music

Drama

(Damn son where'd you find this)

It's a mixtape massacre

Gangsta Grillz

Verse 1

Verse 3

Watch me skip the valet

Running through the alley

Th-th-thirty pack of lithium

Swimming in the kingdom

Mind is getting hazy

Tell 'em that I'm crazy

I don't need the validation

Only the sensation

Of the zero gravity beneath the balcony

Outro

(QUALITY STREET MUSIC)

(DRAMA)

We don't go to sleep

Seven days

Seven ways to disappear

Bridge

T-t-taking all the inventory

F-f-fucking up the category

P-p-pills and the pharmacy

Doing it with honesty

Call the valet for the ghost

Doing more than just the most

A-A-Atlanta to the Northside

Where the hungry ones reside

Hook

It's a glass table initiation

Total mental limitation

S-S-Saturate

Verse 4

Murda murda murda how I did it in the corridor

Counting out the benefits of running from the auditor

W-w-wicked with the alchemy and sipping on the synthesis

Running from the premises and looking for the genesis

Catch me on a carousel spinning with a peppermint

Bury all the evidence and leave 'em with a sediment

Glottal stop the oxygen I’m breathing like a champion

Coming from the gutter like a southern-fried scorpion

Ooh

I think I’m losing it

(REAL TRAP

Verse 5

M-M-Million dollar habit in a basement out in Maryland

Chewing on a capsule while I'm looking for the heroin

Wait I'm just kidding girl I'm sticking to the oxy's

Posing for the paparazzi living in the lobbies

S-S-Sipping on the nectar of a lavender anomaly

Acting like a brat while I'm trashing the economy

Bridge 4

(C-C-CHICAGO)

H-H-Hallelujah in the trap with the nicotine

Keep it real clean like a gospel-singing figurine

(CAN YOU FEEL THE SPIRIT)

Stutter on the blessings and I'm dodging all the fentanyl

Walking through the valley with my back against the garden wall

Sassy with the choir in the background sounding heavenly

W-w-wasn't meant to be another chemical dependency

(GANGSTA GRILLZ)

Ch-ch-chattering my teeth like a chilly little cherubim

Look at how I'm wearing him

Gory and the seraphim

Soprano in the booth and I'm shaking like a tambourine

The brightest color amber that you've ever really even seen

No more vanity

Sanity

Clarity

(QUALITY STREET MUSIC)

(DAMN SON)

Oh oh oh

Save a little space for the mercy and the liturgy

Running through the city like a burst of high energy

Finished

(DRAMA)

I said I'm finished

Blessings

Go to sleep now

It's morning

(TRAPAHOLICS)

Real street gospel

Amen

Intro

Uh

(Yeah)

They waiting for the legend

I'm the dictionary's engine

(Tunechi)

Verse 1

Pardon the persona but the lexicon is lunacy

Losing every ceiling while I'm moving with impunity

Flow is like a fountain but the pressure's architectural

Verbal math is mental and the flavor is eclectic though

See the gold is gleaming while I'm gleaming on the greenery

Painting every city till I change up all the scenery

Rappers talking numbers but their data's all diminutive

I am more than finite bitch I'm staying as infinitive

Look at how I loop it while I'm leaping over legacies

Mixing up the toxins while I'm fixing up the remedies

Heavy is the throne and my jewelry's phenomenal

Swallowed all the competition yeah I'm getting abdominal

Fucking with the vision get you vision in the gutter kid

Numb as any molar when the anesthetic's smothered

Verse 3

Young Money treasury the vessel is a vessel of

Precious gold accessories and methods I am special of

Rifle with the vocabulary loading up the cartridge

Ripping through the diaphragm and tearing up the cartilage

Biological machine I’m a product of the gutter way

Taking all the oxygen and blowing all the bluff away

Pocketing the profit while I’m moving like a mannequin

Pouncing on the panic till I’m bigger than a king again

Synthesizing secrets in a basement out in Burgundy

Treating every second like a medical emergency

Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond when it catches in the light

Everything is numb when we’re dancing in the haze

Spending all this money just to get me through the days

Fuck that shit I don't

Verse 4

Check

Style so atrocious it’ll burn a hole through binary

Living in the rafters like a monster in the winery

Addicted to the adrenaline the chemical is calling me

Screaming at the ceiling while the walls are all appallingly

Coated in the copper and the residue of reckoning

Step into the portal and the shadow starts a-beckoning

Toothless but I’m ruthless and the roof is disappearing now

Talk until my throat is raw but nobody is hearing how

I swallowed a volcano just to mitigate the winter chill

Sliding through the alley with a violet kind of tinted pill

My skeleton is buzzing like a hornet in a Mason jar

Crashing through the cosmos like a drunken little racing star

Mouth full of pennies and the pennies turn to platinum

Catapult the caliber and see the way I’m flattening 'em

Ripping off the label just to see what kind of rot is there

Check the reservation but you know my name is not in there

Check

The flow is panoramic and the panicking is rhythmic

Counting up the carnage till the logic is logarithmic

Pants hitting the floor because the wallet is a boulder now

Looking for a halo but the devil’s on my shoulder now

Check

Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond when it catches in the light

Everything is numb when we’re dancing in the haze

Spending all this money just to get me through the days

Fuck that shit I don't feel a thing

Walking through the fire just to feel the sting

Everything is hollow in the city of the ghosts

Doing what I want when I’m doing it the most

(Doing it the most)

Post-Chorus

Uh uh uh

Yeah yeah yeah

Numb

Checking out

Yeah

Detroit to NOLA

Young Money

Hybrid

Check

Verse 5

(Haaa)

Hold up let me grab a lung

Paranoia on my tongue

(Haaa)

Twitchy in the cornea the corridor is narrowing

Everything I’m swallowing is hollow and it’s harrowing

Synthesizer sizzling I’m whistling at poltergeists

Colder than the shoulder of a polar bear on over-ice

Check the thermostat I’m seeing demons in the vent again

Searching for a sedative to settle every sediment

(Wait wait)

Mind is like a minefield I’m hopping on a pogo stick

Looking for a logic but the nausea is total sick

Bouncing off the plaster and I’m faster than a hurricane

Sucking on a battery to cauterize the purple brain

Focus on the flicker till the flickering is flickering

Everybody talking but it’s auditory bickering

(Haaa)

Chest is doing backflips

Sprinting through the graphics

Lost inside a labyrinth of plastic and the traffic hits

Panic in the pantry and the pantry’s full of ammunition

Vision getting grainy like a forty-year-old television

Eating every color till I’m blooming like a nebula

Pulse is getting messy and the rhythm is irregular

(Haaa)

Somebody just lock the door

I can’t see the ceiling or the ceiling or the kitchen floor

Everything is vibrating I’m orbiting a satellite

Gnashing on a pebble just to verify the battle sight

Detroit city monster with a doctor in the suitcase

Moving like a phantom with a jagged kind of blue face

Check

(Haaa)

The

(X O)

(Legendary)

Repeat Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond

Beat Switch

Bridge

Ooh

I put the ghost in the machine

Inhaling smoke from a magazine

(Deeply)

Verse 8

Murderous medicine mixed in a chalice of mercury

Mental machinery moving with rhythmic emergency

Bizzy the spirit is floating and hopping and skipping a beat

Rapidly rapping and trapping the heat while I’m hitting the street

I’m a lyrical miracle mystical monster from 7-0-7

Sending the rhythm to Hell while I’m taking the bass up to Heaven

Triple the 6 and I’m hitting the bricks with the speed of a cyclone

Grip on the chrome and I’m clicking the phone till the signal is all gone

Screwed in the skull and the lull of the drug is a heavy-weight

Tugging the gate and I’m jumping the freight to a steady state

Multiply meanings and cleaning the demons with venom and violent vibes

Living for nothing but survival and checking the tribal scribes

Blinking I’m sinking and thinking the ceiling is breathing and leaking

The walls are all peaking the hinges are squeaking the secret is seeking

Hypnotized by the distortion the portion is strictly for savages

Mending the breakage and managing all of the mentalized damages

I am a shadow a pharaoh a phantom inside of a fever dream

Popping the seals and I’m feeling the pressure of every scheme

Drop

(Seven-O-Seven)

(Chopped and Screwed)

(X O)

(Slow it down)

Verse 16

(Haaa)

Listen

Back with a vengeance the sentence is senseless and endlessly dense

I’m a menace to chemists while climbing the chain on a barb-wired fence

A sociological pathological psychological prodigy

Check the chronology I’m an apology-free technology

Ripping the larynx of every parrot who’s sharing a merit

Inherit the terror while wearing the skin of a ferret I’m transparent

Sipping the syrup and chirping like birds in a furnace of sulfur

The culture is dead and I’m spreading the wings of a starving vulture

I’m a manic mechanic with panoramic organic panic

Sinking the Titanic while rocking the boat on the trans-Atlantic

The vocabulary is very secondary to the berry of cemetery

Unary honorary binary sanitary obituary adversary

Check the delivery I’m making the industry shiver and quiver

A sliver of silver is sticking inside of my biological liver

I’m a barbarian wearing a carrion and a Librarian's vision

A precision collision of hidden derision and clinical fission

BREATHE

I’m as sick as a tick on a pitbull in a spiritual whirlpool

An irrational national fashionable action-packed lyrical tool

With a handful of lithium kicking the rhythm of every gymnasium

Tearing the cranium off of the skeleton made of geranium

(Haaa)

Bridge 3

Slow it down

Instrumental

Guitar Solo

Trumpet Solo

Outro