MR. SiLLY fLOW - binge watching my manic depressive episodes...

Binge-watching my manic depressive episodes
Fringe walking outskirts of my life let's go
Searching for a dream
For a meaning in my weakness
Searching for my belief
That it's all endowed with reason
Swinging between being fuming mad
And so sad I'm inconsolable
Road mapped up until the unknowable
Peeling back my cranial cap
So damn gullible
Holy smoke on a roll
Gold and oil Huxtables
Hatable and lovable
A supervillain
Not Gotham's dark knight
Laughing gas and a Joker mask
No need for a laugh track
When I'm the laughing stock of rap
Mr. SiLLY fLOW the coldest
Mr. SiLLY fLOW I own that shit
Mr. SiLLY fLOW always going
Mr. SiLLY fLOW come on in, shops open
Mr. SiLLY fLOW in the studio recording
Mr. SiLLY fLOW the coldest
Mr. SiLLY fLOW I own that shit
Mr. SiLLY fLOW always going
Mr. SiLLY fLOW in the studio recording
Binge-watching my manic depressive episodes
Door hinge squeaking walking on my tippy toes
Watching for my eggshells
Balancing a tight rope
Driving full throttle drop the choke
Caught up in my daze hold up like Woah
Woah
Invisible a ghost,
Impressionable quotes
Inevitable valpote
A solute waiting for my solution meanwhile I just dope
Impute adjacent figures in my life with the hope
That it makes me feel better like I'm the most
In control
Truth is I'm stuck in my mind yeah it's looping
Over and over and over
A broken record looping
Truth is I'm stuck in my mind yeah it's looping
Over and over and over
A broken record looping
Truth is I'm stuck in my mind yeah it's looping
Over and over and over
A broken record looping
Stowing the hope in my folded-up wad
Of wasted time
Double dose of non-medical mixing with Benadryl and lime
Roasted like vegetables in the skillet, sizzle out in rhymes
Lines so dense make you run it back a few times
No rock to pass so instead a triple homicide
Every verse in the bag dribble words telling stories of my past
Might see what comes up next
All I know for now
Silly Flow's the best
Not the president
But a master word
Six-shooter
Smith-n-Wesson
Accurate to the T
Double rhyme flexes
Cool ya jets
See ya got me acting all childish and fresh
Timid when in person thoughts run amuck
Depressive episode
Manic episode
Binge watching
Off a telephone
Depressive episode
Manic episode
Binge watching
Off a telephone

Written by:
Zachary Scheuerman

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