Uhhhhh, drinking and drinking

Uhhhhh, sinking into thinking

Kaleidoscope shining, I’m different when it comes to inking

My focus is glitching, and yet it still seems syncing

I pour my dark mind into priceless pristine glasses

Must be why my clinking don’t reach the masses

It don’t matter, though, I’m playing with matches within my casket

I figure I’m spitting fire, so I might as well rest within the ashes

Metaphorically, it’s about the different facets of my passion

I’m thinking that I’m new classic, future classic, classic unseen

Spitting with a vision of violent clean scenes

I just wanna speak my obscene

I just wanna get across what I mean

But, there’s no trust in a fiend

So, I’m stuck drinking and inking out dreams