Papa Sleep & Venting Palace - Trapatronics

Searchin grandma's cushions for prescriptions need my medicine
Psychotic episodes I'm on a bender with the ketamine
I can't seem to deal, and now the paranoia's setting in
Why you so preoccupied, can't heal every single sin
Robots started speaking their own languages we're fucked
Tried to lead the way but now your petty flock is stuck
Music like a dyson cause your rapping fuckin sucks
Punch a bitch like tyson aye I'm takin off the gloves
Lost my meds I be better off just dead
Posted up on twitter text the fbi like let's just link up
Take my head off
I might get up
Shawty swear to god that I'm not fucking human
Loosen up my grip on sanity
I had enough I had enough I'm giving up
I'm trapping now im trapping now im selling drugs on vr
40 Dollars to my venmo
Frothing at the mouth
I'm closing all my windows
Trace my ip end up on the fucking menu

Written by:
Sean Emmerson, Stef M, Stefan Markovic

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