Insomnileptic - BVA

Am I awake yet?

See me listening to CDs on a tape deck

I can’t hear no tune, so I break west

Deranged insomniac that’s also half narcoleptic

I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed

Who wrote the map?

I don’t trust nobody

Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me

Two-faced;

secret screwed face so you: «Go, buddy!»

Girls claim they don’t like TLC, then they go scrubby

I’m still yawnin', no beat, bring the porn in

We brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning

Bacteria forming, it’s human evolution

Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution

Go and get some troops, then we’ll have a word war

I’ll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born

Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice

Roll with kings, but won’t let none of us in the palace

Wonderland;

butt-plugged Alice, caught and ate the rabbit

I’m only as strange as your opinion can manage

Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative

I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff

I’m waking up again, probably still dreaming

Side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming

Tryna pack a bite, like a baby that’s still teething

Bought a ticket for my sanity and said 'Winning', as the train’s leaving

Who the fuck needs a reason?

For we did it for the right ones

Now I speak in fluent diarrhea whilst I write tons

Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it

Graff’d the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it

Probably crash soon, steerin' clear of the white lumps and the black spoon

Where they can’t hear you like a vacuum

Is that doom?

Yeah, I’ve seen him coming, let’s walk, don’t start running

In fact I feel weak, let’s start bunning

I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores

Queens on display, now I’m making her float like a carnival

Won’t leave till I’m full, I’ll unnecessarily run lips

Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had that Worzel thumb-itch

More than one glitch, definitely, I made out of dam wood and there’s only

hieroglyphics on my recipe

Can’t see the future so I’m tryna get the best of me

I’ll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me