AWOL
Digging in the dirt trying to find the treasure
Learning how to mix this business with pleasure
I’m kicking a lecture, spitting conjecture
High as a bird while I’m flipping the gesture

Living like a jester infesting these extras
Dissecting a mess of ego looking headstrong
Infinitesimal the spitting is next world
And if you don’t agree well then I’m afraid you’re dead wrong

So leave the mess hall and clean your plates up
I can’t believe the rest of y'all feed on make up
Bereavement break up to rearrange your wake up
Big ol bloody mess like a scene from Braveheart

Driving race cars to beat the fate it’s hard
To meet your maker when the features ain’t marked
Trying to slide underneath the paywall
I’m afraid this mother fuckers gone AWOL

Living on the earth trying to mind some headspace
Give a little gift like i’m lifting dead weights
The risk of resting kicks the nest egg
Square in the nuts, y'all feeling teste

The breeze has swept in no need arresting
The least depressing so sweet but messy
I need the best day to keep professing
And hope my body doesn’t leave behind a red stain

Pouring out a little liquor for the dead states
While the rest wait and bleed domestic
No means to gestate breeds the best cake
Beauty on the back of the queen she just ate

So take a little dive down the K hole
While I flip the B roll right into A roll
And make the payroll go a little further
Replace the merger with the tainted version