Testi Piss - london yellow, Dad

Piss

But I don’t know what to say in IRL
I think I’m just autistic but I can’t tell
If I can’t call God a faggot in heaven
I’m tryna go to hell
I like bad words
Weird kids who eat turds
Fuck the fly guys
That shits for the birds
I’m a lame idiot, fuck what you heard
I know I know nothing
You think you know it all
You’re a fucking nerd
Fucking absurd
I’m sitting back having panic attacks by taking in your fancy words
Not the topics though
Just the bigger pictures
I’m way too fucking meta
Yellow analytic nigga
Absorb your abilities, my brain gets bigger
Spending all your souls on my vigor
Even though my flesh perish, Yellow London never gonna really die
Really I put in enough work for at least three lives
I’m way too fucking humble
Its kind of cringe to admit it
I don’t want the credit
Just to know that I did it
Grant a couple long term wishes
Never took a bitch
I did try to wear a green fitted
Do you feel special when you tell me not to quit it?
When? Why? Where? How?
None of your business
I’m not your royal jester, get the fuck off my dick
If one more mongloid asks for Recluse 2, I’m quitting
You wish that I was kidding
Nobody takes me serious
What do I gotta do?
Go to a school, take out my hairy dick
Pull out a cheap Glock, screaming «Hey Siri! Send this to my parents!»
One by one, all the zoomers disappearing
I don’t wanna do it
I’m tryna kick back like a Buddhist
Live life in the form that is truest
Build my own beach and become a fucking nudist
You knew this
Stop telling me to do shit
I don’t wanna do shit
Wanna be reclusive
Tell what I’m doing is worth
I wonder if my music is worth it?
Wanna be the dead guy
Wanna be perfect, but I’m not perfect
My life is a circus
I’ve been getting high to get by
Think I fried my circuits
I’ve been out here searching
Deep within myself for some purpose
Tryna scratch the surface
I’m learning
But I can’t figure shit out for certain
I don’t even know if I’m a person
My whole world burning down
But I still keep a smile while I’m hurting
Ow
Waves of depression, I surf it out
Then when I get, can’t turn it down
Like its Party City now
And I’m here to be the clown
Life is an RPG, this shit get weird
I don’t wanna disappear
You wouldn’t recognize me without this here big beard
Assassinate my character with
Switch up the narrative
All cause I feel its imperative
Plus I don’t know an alternative
Fuck a preservative
Burn the bridge
I need some purgative medicine
Until then, I’ll just keep on spinning and circling
Caught between worlds and shit, struggling
Going through turbulence
I put the work in, bitch
I put the work in, bitch