Yak, The Atlas - streetrat fanclub

Answer the fucking phone you pussy
And my brother in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs
Am drugs
Am drugs
Am drugs
And my brother in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs
Am drugs
Am drugs
It's the euphoria warrior
Stuff that shit into your cornucopia
X marks the motherfucking secret formula
Informing ya, you should probably call a coroner 
Cause I'mma kill this so clean, that there won't be room for foragers
Morbid words erupt, should probably sow his lips
Disappear quick, cause the boy the Loch Ness
Slaying heartless, playing convict 
Gotta bad bitch, turn her into a boss bitch
If I take the part of the hostage
You not part of our progression, some filler arc shit
I shove the competition in a Chuck E' Cheese ball pit
I'mma bring the fire like I'm fucking Sozin's Comet, entails, yuh
Flows hatemail the size of haybales
Draw ink daemons lies in bone wells
The crust piece keep the whole bread stale
He's garbage pail, face you hardly trust in retail, I know
I still hang pirate flags and fawn over graffiti
See aristocrats as rugrats, like which adult is speaking
Have you ever met Yak? I lost all my reasons
I know I'm not working for the weekend
I'm not the type to no write anthems
But my brother's in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs
It's like a streetrat fan club
This ain't formal, fuck the fam up
Feeling like a fresh pack, 1st edition, yuh
Cause of death auto erotic crucifixion
Can't wait my body escape this flesh prison 
Your tension shaking through your heels
This that gate we kick out those training wheels
Too comfortably numb or too in my feels
And the rusted wheel, of my brain still rotates
All my arcane, cant break the chains around my wrist
Can never really focus, never get a grip
Take a break, watch dog walkers anonymous
Until I feel up, to my looney tuned tricks
Change the signposts, strip away the layers
My brain bounce around like a DVD screen saver
Hear the constant hum kinda like a lightsaber
Sam just hit the faders, asking if I'm on one
Imma dance on poison like Donald fucking Faison
Drinking unicorn blood, the chain of Monty Python
I'm just a day dead bygone
Just a day dead bygone
I'm just a day dead bygone
I'm not the type to write anthems
But my brothers in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs
Honestly I don't give a fuck
It's showbiz baby, so move that bus
Jake, I know you're not working
I know you don't do anything
Gimme a call you fucker

Written by:
Jacob Dahl

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