Peepshow Callcenter Istasha

[Chorus]
You're wasting all of my sense, ay
You want my answer
Semantics slipping out my hands, like
Don't wanna step on the line of defense
Don't want amends
This shit don't make no sense
You're wasting all of my sense, ay
You want my answer
Semantics slipping out my hands, like
Don't wanna step on the line of defense
Don't want amends
This shit don't make no sense

[Verse 1]
2%
I'm missing out the matter
At the bottom of the passage
Break a ladder
Off the exit
Not the asset
Or the batteries
At 1%
I'm manic
Got that capillary
On demand
And passive in my best
But At the cap unnecessary
Like two step locks
Gimme that paper cut
Pay per block
Pressing on the bottle
Limping on files
Sedated cuck
Okay relax
What the fuck?
Slit in my throat still paid like a hydra
Gears succumb
Feed em oil and cotton
Practice still provided