[Intro]
Yeah
Guess who's back
I'm eating cold omelette and last night's ramen with some vomit
It's R-A-V
[Verse 1]
Eating a cold omelette and last night's ramen with some vomit
On the clothes that I'm rockin' but stay positive like a positron
My body form a Ramadan phenomenon
Pupils octagon, mind's state, soccer mom badonkadonk
I'm a mean ass dude with an EP past due
Takin' less drugs now so I won't seem as cool
But still me, that's true
Reason is my cheap, stale, feeble rappers weak still
And their claims are untrue
I'm comin' at you like a sneeze, a bunch of capsules at my feet
I'm finna blow it big one day, 'cause I'm batshit mixed with heat
If you actually believe that I won't amount to feces
Then I'm glad that you can see yourself in me, that's so sweet, uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's the Tylenol-tolerant tyrant
Vicodin Viking
Wild king playing the violin at a violent asylum
Viral illness, demon covered in marijuana incense
I promise that even you morphine fiends are 'bout to feel this
Pain-stricken pilgrim into milking all my sorrows
But even through self-loathing I'm still thinking 'bout tomorrow ('bout tomorrow)
Everything is tits vertical
I need to chill, close my eyes at the recreation terminal
Yeah
Guess who's back
I'm eating cold omelette and last night's ramen with some vomit
It's R-A-V
[Verse 1]
Eating a cold omelette and last night's ramen with some vomit
On the clothes that I'm rockin' but stay positive like a positron
My body form a Ramadan phenomenon
Pupils octagon, mind's state, soccer mom badonkadonk
I'm a mean ass dude with an EP past due
Takin' less drugs now so I won't seem as cool
But still me, that's true
Reason is my cheap, stale, feeble rappers weak still
And their claims are untrue
I'm comin' at you like a sneeze, a bunch of capsules at my feet
I'm finna blow it big one day, 'cause I'm batshit mixed with heat
If you actually believe that I won't amount to feces
Then I'm glad that you can see yourself in me, that's so sweet, uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's the Tylenol-tolerant tyrant
Vicodin Viking
Wild king playing the violin at a violent asylum
Viral illness, demon covered in marijuana incense
I promise that even you morphine fiends are 'bout to feel this
Pain-stricken pilgrim into milking all my sorrows
But even through self-loathing I'm still thinking 'bout tomorrow ('bout tomorrow)
Everything is tits vertical
I need to chill, close my eyes at the recreation terminal
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