Masquerade

Playing with thoughts, no controller
 Praying for more, ayotollah
 Betting the floor, no high roller
 Sitting in shade, need some solar
 Grinding all day, on the molar
 To find Destiny, I don't know her
 In the cold, only polar
 Searching for more, in the folder
 Broken record but I'm cracking the vinyl
 No idea's actually final
 I'm a mini me, shouts to Lionel
 Shit's automatic, no rifle
 I'm my only rival cannot be stifled
 Windows open no airs flowing in
 Beside the blessings I've chosen sin
 Between the tones I'm opening
 Old doors closed sold floors clothed
 Clean up nicely mess under robes
 I see lights between the strobes
 Cinematic addict only globes
 Colours mix well nothing close
 Everything brown under my nose
 Since the fire everything froze
 Garden ruined only stem grows
 That's my state of mind
 Always stating fine
 Always wait in line
 But I'm impatient fuck a doctor
 Brittle but they say I'm softer
 But I'm impatient fuck a doctor
 Brittle but they say I'm softer, yeah
 Wish I could fast forward
 10 years as awkward
 So I can break out this masquerade
 Find myself drowning through tanqueray
 Some designer to mask the pain
 Wish I could fast forward
 10 years as awkward
 So I can break out this masquerade
 Find myself drowning through tanqueray
 Some designer to mask the pain
 This my average freestyle
 I'm so average "please smile"
 Too much on to de-tile
 Or detail
 Shit been rougher than the braille
 But I bet that you feel it, it's been stale
 It's been stale, look
 I wake up into abstract and absence
 Of faith and hope but I have sense
 Still not speaking in past tense
 A piece of me is missing no operation
 My neural cooperation
 Inactive through observation and forsight
 my signature's forged right
 History forced tight.
 I keep my tunnel private
 Learnt to surpress and hide it
 It's only my car to crash if I'm the one who drives it
 And I'm the only one remotely effected by it
 Life's a bitch I wanna die
 With millions on the fly
 The humour always dry
 Punchlines kick try
 Money better buy happiness or I'll cry
 Because this life, I'm not hacking this
 Spin a dice
 Fuck a thrice
 That's a hatric
 Forgot to track it
 Shit seem to be missing
 The shape be whistling
 Wish I could fast forward
 10 years as awkward
 So I can break out this masquerade
 Find myself drowning through tanqueray
 Some designer to mask the pain
 Wish I could fast forward
 10 years as awkward
 So I can break out this masquerade
 Find myself drowning through tanqueray
 Some designer to mask the pain