#BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE Wiser Observer

[Verse 1]
Please shut up
Everybody shut up
Can’t even think everybody spitting gutter
Five, six, ten drinks, throw the glass nurse the udder
Looking down at the street, fifteen-story come up
Fuck
Highly functional, highly fucking irritable
Highly musical, flow sick physical bill
They know you pussy open up because Schrödinger will
Superposition dead inside but living on still
Aah, shit
Shots till I’m feeling nothing
Aah shit
Gunshot till I’m feeling nothing

[Verse 2]
Okay, okay, I’m not feeling okay
I’ve been feeling no shame
And my body work late
Fight my demons with my demons dark on dark violence
Violins pull the strings bittersweet symphony
Snapped the strings to my heart ya’ll on some wild shit
Riddled with trauma from the start laugh at the wrong shit
Paranoia build into song I avoid the bong hits
I avoid the conflicts
But pushed in a corner, pushing your options
Pushing your limits pushing you into the subconscious
Muddy up your prospects
Woah