Max Tringham, Monk112 - Jurassic Grass lyrics

Astronomical topical problems I keep
Them bottled in
Swaddle nauseous pockets with either
Dollars or pocket lints
Every college student think they're buddhist
And that's an awful trend
I wish we'd all just act more prudently
And bear our thoughts to friends
Forlorn Homosapien orator vaping a
Fourth or more get
Wasted flow so angry and sort
Of a hazy brazen bore
More vacant, aching floor, shaking pace
And I'm baking more
Raking your faces, aces placed
And I'm only making sure
Ask me, one more question
And get your ass beat
Attack beats, invest time
But time it doesn't last see
Last week, I felt fine
But now my mind harasses me
Acid seeping, pappy see me
Bleeding half my massive heathen
Rap depleting, past deleting
Factory of drastic reasons
I can't even actualize my fucking needs
I have no freedoms
Shit hurts- you got the last
They got the first
Bad bitches see I rap different
And all they've gots a thirst
Back in grade 10
Packing tobacco inside my habitat
This habit is the battle since
Sadly I can never win
Cause I been feeling worthless since Earth
Turned when I was nine
But now I'm sure it's worth the work
Or even paying fines cause this
Purple leave me perfect before I'm
Immersed in lady's thighs

What you thinking bout? Better
Not be doubting me or my sounds
Sicker than Heather or Beverly now
Vested in grout
Mouth touted like a tether be
How could he drown us quicker than
Reverie his sound trounces me

Looks like it's time to take my glasses off
Flipping through pages of what my
Old bad habit's are if you know me
You know I don't pass basketballs
If it's in my court, I pick it up
Then I laugh it off had to call, 1-800
Second I turn around bet
You won't say nothing
If I turn around again
I bet you will say something
That's the best case
And you don't want the worst case cousin
Birthday fucking until you busting
Now it's case closed
Lucky, better hope you don't
Have to replace clothes
Buddy, bet you'll never say that
To my face ho my mask on, pass time
You know how the days go
Took the ring off your finger
And made it to a halo possible demon
Come mingling with some angels
Walking on the border turning
Dollars into pesos
If you're still on your knees
Polish up and lace those look, Nine fingers
All I need is eight though
Hook, line, sinker
Gotcha falling for my bait- woah

This Conversation is cosmic
Osmosisly odd flowing
An eye for a homonym, so cocky
He's tomohawking hot frozen, pot smoking
Disguised so I'm not noticed
Locked, key dropped inside a volcano
It's hot molten
Rock throwing- I'll put a crack
Upside your glass house
Clack clack, spitting raps
Littering cynical gat mouth clocks broken
Time don't exist inside my rap house
Sick like I pass out
Zoned blunted and trapped cause
The world ain't always merciful
And I might be the first to fall
Rehearsing verses with nervousness until
I can hurtle God hurl the cross at the moon
Furious ready to curdle y'all
Curb stomping in cursive romping
Find me high, submerged in thought
Riddled with doubt
But doubt me kid you'll get
A kick in the mouth
Pick at a pound, rolling amounts of ounces
Lick 'em and give 'em to frowns
I don't, exist, I write my own glyphics
I fight to choke geyser smoke
And dive in most bitches