[Verse 1]
Cloud in my mind and you are wasting my time
Now all I can do is express myself in rhymes, lines
I will refrain from utter madness
Maybe when I'm hungry you can call me Catniss
This sadness is getting up inside of my head
Feelings of dread and nightmares are red
My hairs are dead and my thoughts have fled
Someone take me back to remember the end
Synthesis whole decay [?] unfolds
All the coolest dreams as if this were roles
Sold your soul but tryna maintain your goal and maintain your stride
Bitch, what the fuck is life?
[Chorus]
I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow)
I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow)
Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat)
Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat)
[Verse 2]
Shit's old, but underrated
Despicable, rippable, all the underdogs tryna flippable
A skippable path [?] crack my ass
As the flames ignite, to light, I will grab gas
A vision, while the upper dogs need division
I have this vision of some [?] getting circumcisioned
Collision, 'cause we all feel bad
About that surplus of skin that he will always have
And we will always laugh as if this legacy is trash
This legacy is past, and the rest have mean
Smash, splash, as if slash king with guns and no roses
Ripped off his pants and started striking poses
"Oh, sweet Moses, blow our noses"
We need to cut clock with our fireman hoses
Closes, getting to the last line
Like three, two, one, I have run out of time
Cloud in my mind and you are wasting my time
Now all I can do is express myself in rhymes, lines
I will refrain from utter madness
Maybe when I'm hungry you can call me Catniss
This sadness is getting up inside of my head
Feelings of dread and nightmares are red
My hairs are dead and my thoughts have fled
Someone take me back to remember the end
Synthesis whole decay [?] unfolds
All the coolest dreams as if this were roles
Sold your soul but tryna maintain your goal and maintain your stride
Bitch, what the fuck is life?
[Chorus]
I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow)
I got a handful of berries and a pocket full of snow (Pocket full of snow)
Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat)
Gotta hold them man, I'll shove 'em down my throat (Down my throat)
[Verse 2]
Shit's old, but underrated
Despicable, rippable, all the underdogs tryna flippable
A skippable path [?] crack my ass
As the flames ignite, to light, I will grab gas
A vision, while the upper dogs need division
I have this vision of some [?] getting circumcisioned
Collision, 'cause we all feel bad
About that surplus of skin that he will always have
And we will always laugh as if this legacy is trash
This legacy is past, and the rest have mean
Smash, splash, as if slash king with guns and no roses
Ripped off his pants and started striking poses
"Oh, sweet Moses, blow our noses"
We need to cut clock with our fireman hoses
Closes, getting to the last line
Like three, two, one, I have run out of time
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