everything needs to be streamlined
but at this point i just need one eluding
grapevine
tho the moral sits in thin line
i just need to hear your voice on the line
i can keep the grind
mind me not, how was i to know
that my time binds

and my grimes, bounded
what comes up must come down
but what am i on?
a substance to turn me on?
or substansial run to denounce
that i’m dethroned; my childhood in rone
when my dream is in rome
who said i can’t be crowned
just need to kickback on my payment
cause next time i’m gon’ spot y’all on
these bills will turn to bliss
i will get through this
pull through this
not gon be pulled apart in tears

If you text him first
Why'd you even bother trying to make it up to me

I dreamt big
Scientist
Finding new equations to save the world

Now the only thing integratred is my infinitesimal changes that keep being rotated in one axis
Filled, but stays on symmetry
Or just something that is infinite yet needs to be counted with limits

Just like my dreams, now is limited
Dies out; as by step value, it's approaching zero
When it's expanded, finally the variables will cancel each others out
Tho some orders are kept
To zero degree it's valued zero
Because i sin -pun very intended
Now i hate math
'Cause my life is far from order and predictable
The only thing that's predictable is that i will end up in chaos

Maybe chaos has always been my pattern

I
I
I
Am
Trying
To
Be
Nice
I
I
Refrain
Slowly im dragged again
Ķðiif
Now
Whatev3r