Rumble Strip
[Verse 1]
(Bitmap)
These big words, of course- I'm overloaded
With a tendency to spit them with intricacy and focus
Caution: I can't see the bullshit, it's funny
I guess that's the price you pay when vision isn't 20/20
All the thought in my head have turned to voices
And I can't really ignore them, they provide me with the choices
That I face, and then the answer or the outcome or whatever
And some problems I've experienced then rhyming them together
I swear, that life is just a dream inside a dream
Inside a dream inside a dream, you know at least that's what it seems
And frankly, I don't wanna have myself confused
So it's not about attention; destiny is fairly loose
If I change it, did I change it to the point of playing God
And if not, well what's the point? If there is one, I forgot
All these counterfeit decisions and morals that I encounter
On a day to day basis are putting hands on the counter
Gotta step back, gaze at life, look at what you've done-
Life never ends; today, your next one has begun
[Hook]
I'm falling asleep at the wheel, so can you feel the rumble strip?
I can't tell if it's real, or if it's just a figment of my imagination...
Mental vacation, tactile vibration
Oscillation, I'm regurgitating all these supplements I've taken to receive appreciation
Dissociation: think that I can make it
Please don't ever take it, I'm about to lose my patience

[Verse 2]
Dissociated, rehabilitation is a vital procedure that has to be initiated
Changing the placement; there's nothing left to do
But ignore the constructive criticism given to you
It's a tough life; I'm sure you've figured this out
But I figured it's a vigorous proposal let down
It's alright like: I never meant to fall off
But it's hard to stand your ground when they're saying 'Get Lost'
I'm hard on myself: I know I got it good
I don't wanna grow up, but I guess I should
I guess I would, find a way to start it over
I'm alone and growing colder, got a chip within my shoulder
Put my verses in the folder, got a line or two at most
Prolly finish it tomorrow, if my conscience isn't broke
White rapper- I'm a joke; plus I'm from the Farmville
Nasal cavities are full of cow manure and barn smells
So whoever thinks you gotta be black, and bust caps in they ass, is my example of whack. (x2)
[Hook}