Abacus (Fire) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Fire" by Stucciano [C.I.] It’s not my fault - its all yours It’s not my fault (well, of course) Addicted to fast food My gut biome seems to crave the Itis - I can’t move Confessions of an asshole Tidal wave to sand castle This is boy vs manhood Corporations sell us joy in a canned good Erase the memories and I’ll be fine There's beauty in a spotless mind My eternal sunshine What’s said has been said but you haven’t said much While I’m waiting for answers and biting my tongue lying through my teeth: "I don’t mind at all" no mind at all, my wiring's off, id controls the calls The muscle memory's so comforting overthinking every mishap until I'm suffering Hypocrites - I can see through the lie Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die From Abacus to Watson You can play the hero and I'll be playing possum You can pick the flower I'd rather wait for blossom and You can see the pollen while all I see are toxins Swan dive into the pavement Cried wolf so many times they probably think I'm faking Should I try and fuck it or just let it be? What's wrong with Inadequate, he's so finicky Feeling fake - astrology Every time I wannabe - Honest, it's a novelty - Shaken I feel wobbly - Conscious or subconsciously - I stay within the probably’s - Till I propose and option 3 - Cuz 2 and 1 are not for me Never thought I’d make it this far or at least that I wouldn’t be so pissed off I'm atlas with all this weight upon all I want is live, and they just want me to throw the apron on It’s easy To live life so routinely Smoke too much I’m wheezing Born rich? That’s just cheating So tell me, do you even even want me at all? Cuz I think my cold shoulders would need the time to thaw This manic's so uninteresting The drive that’s full inside my skull needs partitioning There's just too many moving parts Is he counterfeit or a counterpart? Hold a grudge like I hold the mic I will never let it go, yeah just to spite, Your grass looker much greener from my lawn Put a bullet in my brain and poof we are gone well, to me you are though won’t see tomorrow just a piece of cargo Can I be really just a barcode? I can’t seem to find my soul, I must of misplaced it - where did it go? Is this really who I wanna be? I swear I could make it better with a time machine So it’s true that I’m never not myself So I’ll astroproject & wish my body farewell It’s not my fault - its all yours It’s not my fault (well, of course) [no I don't need your help at all] [of course I need your help well, duh] -[C.I.]

Bleak (1994 w/ Santi) Written by: Completely Inadequate (feat.. Social Misfit) Instrumental: “1994" by Stucciano [C.I & S.M] & if you don’t wanna stay round bleak energy Seldomly your forced to face you’re real enemies Everything is not okay & it's never gonna be Scarily you’ll probably never ever ever gonna breath Tell us how you love to steal Tell us how you really feel [C.I.] I don’t feel much of me this man behind the mirror cares too much about money. So which pill should I take? I stole and took em both in fear that I’d be making a mistake. always to blame, frown on my face, running in place, I messed up, can we do another take? asking the director for directions looking up and there’s nobody here that I can question or at least he doesn’t answer you can come find me in a rut throwing tantrums This is switchblade versus handgun Come and watch me miss every single fucking shot - and 1 not a ghost, just a human under sheets with a few holes poked through just so I can breathe other than that you catch me being bleak tie a couple rocks around my ankles - come and help me sink [S.M.] I feel numb, dumb, young, full of completely 5 strong pounds of rum, I feel stun, strung over a dung, I'm in a funk I feel stunk, like if life fucked a skunk, fuck I'm dunk, or have I spun, someone stand me up. I'm on my mom's lawn, and it's dawn, or is it dusk? My phones at the pawn, conned, lobbed and musked Ellon... damn, or is it Ellen? Misfit braved it, through an intersection Missed his exit, out gripped his action and shitty presents, and fixed arrangements of forced arrangements, and hits his precious Christmas presents, yo my dude Misfit blessed it. [C.I & S.M] & if you don’t wanna stay round bleak energy Seldomly your forced to face you’re real enemies Everything is not okay & it's never gonna be Scarily you’ll probably never ever ever gonna breath Tell us how you love to steal Tell us how you really feel

Carnie (Fu-Gee-La) Written by Completely Inadequate w/ O (of L.N.O) Instrumental: “Fu-Gee-La” by Salaam Remi [C.I] Let the carnival begin Let the carnivore sink his teeth in Welcome all the bearded ladies and Siamese twins I see a Ferris wheel, hop inside the carousel?, "Tilt-a-Hurl", bumper cars? This place is unparalleled. humans sinning for fun, yeah this must be hell live it well, life on earth, the only one we get to feel or maybe not, maybe I'll reincarnate "Evil Con Carne", no fun in your par-lay yeah... Who are we? it’s Completely Inadequate Half a Russian circus bear half an evil scientist This place is "Grim & Evil" gargoyle on cathedral I'm stuck, expecting too much, from you silly people On my knees, looking up, asking why Like the rent in Miami, I'm just too damn high one screw loose from fine intrinsic cynic by design yet ask me how I'm doing and I'll just tend to lie What's the score? Zero - Zero there’s no winning team And when you cry “Hero - Hero” - you'll see there's no such thing Just other human beings Who take it upon themselves To rid the world of evil despite the easiness of hell Slippery slope and I tend to provoke even though I'm the one that told you to leave me alone That was to… spark a response and it seemed to work well so where is your god's forgiveness for all the angels that fell? All the Angels like you and all the Fallen like me Humans with demons that seem to sin willfully They say “we all get a chance at heaven”, yeah, don't we? Or do we decompose in the earth for all eternity? [O (of L.N.O)] Adequate for the game coming equipped with a skill better known as O he's insane I could fit your brain in a shoe box moon rocks I stuff em in my tube socks "Who shot Tupac?" documentary on I brought the oowop , stuffed it in a carry on Neon backpack In the back stacking chips like we on racks packed. That's tacky take it the donation Everyone around me is on probation I've been really patient chilling in my space ship Feeling kinda anxious In an unknown location I stay connected like the Like the Zoe nation so at least I'm at peace knowing I won't get back stabbed, Rappers in mad drag, In a dress and a matching, knapsack? you got pussy on ya snap back Homie.... To be honest ain't nobody that's beyond us And to be amongst me boy you better just be solace... I don't even know what prom is but I do know what promises are And as long as this art stays alive through a bar. And I know in the heart in my heart that I shoot like a star As I zoom like a car Give me room if we spar In your tomb by tomorrow Wake up! if you have an idea The blueprints right here but this ain't IKEA I see the light but this ain't the end Coming at you like an alien... [I'm an alien again] [C.I] I’m an alien again feeling alien again is there anyway that I can a new pair of skin? alien again feeling alien again I don’t know how to act- I’m abducting your friends. alien again feeling alien again why is everybody starting when I’m just trying to live? alien again feeling alien again NEVER NOT YOU - you’re lucky to exist.

Pseudoscience (Nightfall) Written by Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Nightfall” by ThoVoBeatz [C.I.] Co-depend, co-depend that depends on the end where's the zen I've run out lost my mind: Tom Cruise - Oprah's couch the proof is in the science or the -tology? something doesn’t seem to be working here properly I used to work with a girl her name was Marlene When I worked for starbucks around 18 She was so nice, or so it seemed but you can tell in her eyes that she wasn’t getting any sleep invited out for drinks, with co workers but she thinks that she'd rather pass // she believes all drugs are bad never mentioned family what did mother think of daughter never mentioned hard times shipped off to Clearwater well.. she told us Orlando things then got "canceled" and had to stay longer than she really planned to as soon as she got back she was shipped straight to Cali never heard about Marlene despite constantly asking could never really find out how she was doing all they’d really say was that “she was happy she was moving" yet her phone number changed and her facebook erased now there's really no more trace of that person in this place All of a sudden of her co workers stopped showing up And not cuz all the free drinks stopped showing up Now come to think of it stop all the probably’s Am I being CLEAR enough?, Do I need some AUDITING? pseudoscience. -[C.I.]

To Little (or no) Avail (Slow To Get Up) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Slow To Get Up“ by Reanimator [C.I.] It's the- nervous twitches, never been too superstitious but the brain is powerful, could I conjure up some apparitions? The ugly truth is, to think you know is foolish and the ignorance is blissful anyways, it’s so confusing How strong can I be? If I let the voices in my head control me? I'm an imitator Hades hailer Oil pen and vapor smoking gun, just for fun, I need an inhaler, so save all your prayers, I need some more action without some hard work there is no satisfaction You see, The older me should be so disappointed held my ear to seashells but I never heard descriptive noises Crooked smile Crooked spine Crooked human w/ a Crooked knife how many Crooked frames to get it right? and now, AI controls my choices but I let the Trojan horse inside my veins so I barley notice Thanks but no thanks What's life with no angst What's life with no pain I shoot for the stars - but only blanks Take your sweet time, rotten apple of my eye Balanced on my head, time to let the arrow fly ​ C.I. & what of it? Catch me flipping burgers at your local Chum Bucket Low life with high goals It speeds up as time goes I am nothing - I know Sun does a lap and I still don't grow. -[C.I.]

Counterfeit (Ain't Tripping) Written by Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Ain't Tripping" by JohnXProd [C.I.] Nothings how it used to be and I’m feeling like a eulogy Dead spirit in a human being poltergeist might even seem nice, let em in to sleep tight “just count sheep bitch, trust me it’ll end quick" every year it gets faster ‘less you hear this after I’m gone - - everlasting thoughts engraved in a song But now it’s so long It was me all along placing blame where I shouldn’t be promises that I shouldn’t keep just to not be alone, let me go. Let me know, how you are Better yet, forget that part Never thought a heart could just shatter apart — and then still see the cracks after gluing it back — yeah yet none of that matters a matter of fact Counterfeit — count the fits running to crawl full-speed to a stall no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this Counterfeit — count the fits running to crawl full-speed to a halt no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this… Stuck on attack there’s no time to defend and i ruined the story by skipping to end looking around, where are all of my friends? and I know that you read since the messages sent but you keep on ignoring, forget i exist Forgot I am myth, this is all in my head Can I take of the lenses that say I’m not dead? Cuz this simulation is just making me sick Making me itch, the parasites won they called it a cinch, my biome is done clocks always tick, whens the right time to run? There's too many to pick, have I made the right one? Probably not — no probable cause Horribly lost — unthinkable odds Think and a pause — no need for applause This mask I got on is just shutting my jaw Counterfeit — count the fits running to crawl full-speed to a stall no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this Counterfeit — count the fits running to crawl full-speed to a halt no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this head of mine, rip it right off no need for this… Stuck on the fence, there's no time for defense and I worry ‘bout something till it never ends and it haunts and it screams, its a ghost inside me its regret that floats in and then out of my dreams I can’t budge, I won’t move and it flows and consumes all the thoughts I thought I had control of to choose I guess I thought all wrong — since the timings all off I am not the person that you thought that I was. Counterfeit. -[C.I.]

Paopu Fruit (Don't Kill My Vibe) Written by Completely Inadequate w/ Jay Blazer Instrumental: “Don’t Kill My Vibe" by Yondo [C.I.] & I don’t really understand why you act the way you do given the circumstance so where’s that big guy, upstairs the one you yap about but pretends that he can’t hear Haven’t got my prayers? no worries I’m right here in between the long days and all the fucking nightmares In between the struggle: pay rent and save up religions all the same, different words, yet the same stuff I’m just Sora, looking for his Kairi Each bar’s another entry in my lil' diary white lies becoming more ivory Can you open up my head, my mind needs some rewiring oh wow, what a silly millennial complaining “half empty “ when it’s barley even full I love to talk shit, got a mouth full of bowels Acting like I’m trying when I already threw in the towel more than an urge if I still carrying the torch and I’m screaming at myself, till my voice is hoarse back and then forth ... with miraculous force I'm tired of course ... from that 9 hour chore I try to work more ... to built up a support at the end of the day ... whats it really all for? don’t really know, but you’ll act like you do so I'm gonna go 'round simply acting like you [J.B.] But who the fuck are you kidding? Got a new LazyBoy to go sit in But you still on the counter in the kitchen Staring at a sink full of empty dishes so go ahead, throw a fit tell me how much you're over it and how scraping by - makes you cry and all the problems zeros would fix if it ain't the bare necessities, then sweating it ain't my style so I'm acknowledging your anxieties and canceling them out with denial Look, I know your nervous, shit me too But I ain't no stranger to hardships So if you must be Riku, then I'll follow you into the darkness I'm straight up like Ars Arcanum Back and forth like Sonic Blade if you're ever down and need reviving like King Mickey, I'm on the way. Alright, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up We can talk about this now that's fine & I know you stressing over lack of money But I'm more worried about lost time & one accumulates over the other but can't buy back that clock the more you have, the more it's never enough the greedy humans beings don't stop, don't you get it? status don't make sense to you neither and we both know that's quite true keep acting like you know what you're doing cuz Imma keep acting like you don’t really know - act like you do I'll go around - acting like you

Naysayer (Wouldn’t Get Far) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Wouldn’t Get Far" by Kanye West [C.I.] You wouldn’t get far When you're thinking like do yet acting like you don’t what you really trying to prove? I'm angry all the time, and THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT (seems to hold) my hands tight as I reach for sunshine the more I climb - the more mountain I find I’ve been searching for an avalanche to help me break this bind outta time outta line outta space outta mind I’m out here trying to find the pieces that I left behind its peace until its fight Attack or do you flight? I'm up until I'm tight was it really worth the time? I guess not stuck In the same spots staring up at ink blots contradict my own thoughts So catch me with eyes red as sith sabers naysayer In cahoots you lil’ traitor spare me the “see ya later” I'm barley in good behavior & rarely not the complainer Who's there? I sense invaders. Can I leave? I’m becoming impatient they won’t let me since I’m considered an in-patient Let me go, release the straps, take me off your medicine No I’m not what you think the state of my head was in Please? I need more air to breathe more time to achieve all these silly dumb dreams Fill me up - it’s not enough pick me up - I need a crutch shut me up - I said too much don’t pick up - I called your bluff Obsessive always way too sensitive yelling at everyone even though there’s no sense in it [you wouldn’t get far] when your stuck in the past yet acting like your present no way to bring it back & Those antidepressants didn’t help, I felt a lack a certain feeling that, my presence wasn’t intact is this me, or just placebo? see the hell you see the people see the high you see needle need your help or am I see-through? can’t tell, something isn’t adding up I see fingers all in the way of me wanting to slam shut The (only) one that gives a fuck of course I fucking care The only one that’s always stuck and you’re not even here Where?! Did You Go? Run In Circles Never thought one misstep could be so hurtful Undone - Undo Who’s there? - Catch you- searching for the meaning while I’m searching through the Hulu searching through the wreckage is just something that I’m used to And who knew I’d realize it’s not mine and that’s fine try and put it behind, wallowing is just a fucking [waste of time] (and you know ...) -[CI]

Letters Sent (Dear Summer) Written by Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Dear Summer” by Just Blaze [C.I.] Dear KO, Hows it go? how've you been, wrote to say hello, and catch up with an old friend so much since you slid - I don’t know what to say it's much more impressive - if everything was great But it's bittersweet, well isn’t everything? I watched my grandfather pass and I'm always going back to the memories I have possessions I can grab taken back by the fact that I can not hear you laugh Not anymore, when it rains it storms and for the first time I saw that stranger pour made out of stone, thought I would never get to see him cry and the only thing that did it was he had to say goodbye And now my dad just can't walk like he used to diabetes caught up to us, who knew? Last week he gave up driving, why? cuz he crashed straight into a disabled parking sign can't lift his legs up fast enough his nerves won’t work like they used to He can’t hold that steering wheel tight enough he wishes he could just work like he used to and I'm being selfish... how is everything, I miss you when you coming back to visit that's the only fucking issue All my other friends seemed to bail on me they don’t hit me up, not even sparingly it's quite embarrassing but hey- I got a decent job despite the odds FIU off the clock and I write when I'm not So tell… Isis the dog - that I high five a paw - but don't act so appalled - when I switch back to Paul but yo- just give me a call when you can, y’know I understand how busy life can get but please don't forget. Sincerely yours, Completely Inadequate. -[C.I.]

Shuteye (Alice) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Alice" by Flying Lotus [C.I.] I’m flowing - flying through the night sky leaving my body - I’ll wave to it goodbye Searching for a god in this sativa joint you would think that would make me a little less annoyed light the wick, burn the bridge, I'm the 17th android running out of battery - feeling paranoid Im part human - and im part cyborg i prefer the matrix like whats real life even for? cybernetic hell phones: extension of ourselves constant notifications: (of) course I’m overwhelmed Eyes sewn shut, I wont wake for anything Unless it’s my alarm clock Fuck it - let it ring Always tired, even in my dreams I take a nap yeah I’ll give an arm but I’m quick to give it right back a lil issue becomes eternally massive When I come across a lil problem and quickly make it tragic I don’t know how I’ll make it through this week But for now let’s return to my body - I need to sleep... count sheep to shut my eyes fall asleep to feel alive entrapped, intertwined. count sheep to shut my eyes fall asleep to feel alive let it be or let it bind count sheep to shut my eyes fall asleep to feel alive Cage the bird or let it fly count sheep to shut my eyes fall asleep to feel alive My mind keeps me up at night ​ -[C.I.]

Hypnic Jerk (Birdboy Day 1.5) Written by: Completely Inadequate w/ Flow Suede Instrumental: “Birdboy day 1.5" by Serge Crown [C.I.] the sun beams through my eyes open to a white sky, blocking blue, silent / beautiful this happens every morning am I dead or still alive, caught in a dream but will never realize? stuck in a loop, tempted to jump running from you, thought it'd be fun stuck in a funk, emotional runt I'm on a treadmill while I’m running amuck someone pinch me, this can not be real why does my skin feel like something I can peel heavy headed, I cant ever seem to lift my spirits maybe the seance really worked and wasn’t just a gimmick scriptures hidden in the inside of my timid lil mind even though I do it's bidding - I put up a decent fight I wanna to fly away - how high must I have to be? until a hypnic jerk slams me back to reality I can not seem to budge, can this really be sleep paralysis? holding grudges long enough for me to form calluses Kicking and screaming - I must be asleep Seeing a demon - does he notice me? feeling defeated - quite the breathing I’m trying my hardest to not make a peep I know that you know that just know that I know that Play dead till they kill me and ripping the toe tag they tell me take Prozac, I'd rather smoke joint wraps which keeps me from dreaming & REM sleep, I might crash Stuck in limbo Pinch my ego Every time I compare myself to other people The Alarm Clock rings I Haven’t moved and inch Will I ever wake up from my own imprisonment? -[C.I.] [F.S.] I see me running, I can feel it coming, till I trip on something then I wake to nothing. Hypnic Jerk took away my visions, yes it hurts when I meet collision. My dreams are a composition of what’s real and tradition. You love this life I live this life, you want this life just be alive and realize the inner eye. See sinners die, but so will I, so am I enough to point out lies? I'm sorry If disappointment just pointed, I’m sorry if disagreement just screamed it. Know I mean it, when I said I would go back, but see looking back I see it was just a dream. Lost in a melody, Pellucid Dreams was able to shift my mind so calmly. But now I feel it, Hypnic Jerk, I see him, see it hurts so deeply but I wake so easy. Mind so greasy, sounds so creepy, visions streaky, I’m so sleepy, dreams are witty, wake me up, too much sleep don’t want to be greedy.

Alice in Traverse Town (White Rabbit) Written by: Completely Inadequate (w/ Jay Blazer) Instrumental: “White Rabbit" by DJ Side [J.B.] Why does it feel like the credits rolling? I got lightning in a bottle just can't get it open Why is now when my circumstances better than they ever been I suck at rapping man I was better hopeless Inspiration in lesser dosses, lack of imagination and ya better focus I remember when my dedication when unnoticed and now I can't figure out what the best approach is So Imma be at your local bodega with my mixtape in the CD player and if you don't listen Imma trip like a breaker turn Jay Blazer into Jay Castrator Man I swear that I'm a menace they lying thought their teeth I just hope they got a dentist cuz I'm here to clean 'em out like a dental hygienist and give 'em root canals more the the maps of Venice Hold on- see I don't talk about myself enough I'm too humble and don't like to embellish much but my flow is still hot enough to melt the crust and bring you dream living rapper down to hell with us so face your demons - cuz I just take the beating get you listening, you lose all sense of sight, taste, smell and touch this beating banging like a jealous slut I mean its banging like a sex addict - I'm just out here selling nuts so you think your're bulletproof like the 50 game? I used to think the same back when I was rolling round with a fifth of whisky mang and a bunch of ugly bitches that just want you to tell them they're pretty like they're Trixie Tang rappers now are beggars with a nifty chain and I'm pretty flame but I could rap blindfolded in a handstand making the beat with my feet and not even Barack Obama would give me change [C.I.] Why does it feel like the curtain's closing? Shooting for the stars but really only got explosives Ill create my own, will anybody notice? So when you see a shooting star it’s one I might of broken See I don’t need the help, I’ll throw my own fits off with my head or feed it like Joplin said I’m the hookah caterpillar but with only spliffs Tired of the routines, tired of the same shit… (same shit) - different week how much meditating til I can find peace? Look at me - always running on empty Am I low on liquids? I don’t bother checking Caffeine is not a meal, pinch me, is this real? Or simulation? all alone having conversations voices come and go in random fluctuations congratu-fucking-lations you set your limitations Never thought I’d have to grab the wheel when blaming others has so much mass appeal and when they tell me roar, I just tend to squeal now that I come to think of it, it’s all to conceal I’m as mad as the hatter, it must be the glue that holds me on to you, as the mercury scatters poisoned by love, or is that an illusion? positioned above the dimension of human From the city of the 2 live where people one up each other just to survive killing in the name of their own “good vibes" this Atlantis is bound to drown in no time now the wonderland is polluted with trash And still I see the beauty though the looking glass mind tricks continue, white rabbit appears I think Imma chase him through to the other side of the mirror Peace. -[C.I.]

Myopic (Real Friends) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Real Friends" by Boi-1da, Frank Dukes, Havoc, Kanye West, Sevn Thomas, Darren King, Noah Goldstein, & Mike Dean [C.I.] Rid this other voice inside cant shut him up, or hide it resides in the back of my mind magnify all the mistakes when the only thing I've given is up - it's always take more and more always need more and more what are these compulsive thoughts inside my skull really for? & People say they miss the old me, I miss him too When I thought I was sora but I’m turning into riku and I'm feeling like I'm see-through why am I so - “I didn’t mean to” Holding on for too long - is something that I cling to catch me in a web of lies just so I can seep through and Who knew? Stop the masquerade you’re wearing it right now man vs. ape With the heart of a damn child With Tantrums and all There's phantoms involved should I stand still or crawl? Don’t act so enthralled My backs against the wall Deciding the best time to fall Put a muzzle round my mouth or some tape over my frown Who gave me the right to pout? I see the Devil on my right and an Angel on my left how do I divide my mind? Worthless yet not worth less than perfect its certain, human dressed as serpent searching, for his current purpose, just to find out I’m a stupid lil boy still afraid of punishment out of control just like my life gas tank is full but i feel an empty light inside Let’s give a try Climb atop the highest building I can find, Flap my arms and hope to fly Let’s let fate decide Put logic aside time to take this frigid little body out for a joyride You see, Time doesn’t heal certain wounds you can catch me chasing my own tail inside a Centrifuge split in two just for you Mr. Scrooge just the ush Thinking is becoming something I am not suppose to do Walking down 21st See the years pass Stories inside every curve Jog my memory - do a lap Tripping, Stumbling, on my own words Gripping, then fumbling - & blame it on my nerves It was me all along took the mask ripped it off overcast there's no carry over, ‘round here you just carry on Yelling at the world, there’s no dialog no back and forth - just epilogue kingpin - underdog common folk - demagogue Pause the world - make it stop world is turning digital, my brain is stuck on analog cannon fodder, no control - beta blocker Rain on your parade? It’ll be my honor Goner who’s always gone Somber though nothing wrong Screaming sad songs in hopes you will sing along Loose cannon - like I got a motherfucking peg leg Harsh words break shells - why am I the egg head? make my best bet, yet I'm humpty with the missteps worrying about things I haven’t even fucking did yet someone hit the eject, this being’s about to fail Can I keep a secret? Only time can really tell shit, I’ve got no life, I need some Hewitt Packer stay inside my fortress, I will never leave this castle So was it Loch Ness... or was it driftwood? Lotta fish, but I've self inflicted this Fishhook Spoke and I mistook, swung with a left hook you don't learn about this inside of textbook see, I can do anything I want - it's fucking obvious as long as I'm man enough to deal with the consequence myopic. -[C.I.]

Gut Flora (Survival of the Fittest) Written by: Completely Inadequate Instrumental: “Survival of the Fittest" by Havoc (of Mobb Deep) [C.I.] Inadequate it's the devil's advocate is he real or counterfeit? does he feel? - inanimate panicking brain scrambling words babbling This "oh so maddening, well whoops catastrophe" there it is one mistake can feel like six man, I never thought regret would feel like this reflection makes me sick shatter glass with fists there's so much to do while I'm just busy making lists not really checking off shit without a check I can't live, Hurry up I need that direct deposit real quick I need something to sip Don’t wanna feel like myself and drink till I feel worse for no reason at all So tell me... Is it really “you want what you can’t have” Or “what you had and lost and just want back”? Answer me me that Not feeling intact No way to react I can't escape, wall's got my back claws wont retract harmless in fact all this an act pardon the past always an ass, That’s me COMPLETELY, I N A D When did life get frightening? My chest feels like its tightening No yoga will enlighten me its time for war - no time for peace and still I hope your smile keeps Soooo... Why don't you just lie to me? I don't deserve the finer things I'm fixing up my time machine and slowly working out the kinks to see how far it carries me and hopefully can change some things I guess we'll have to wait and see Just know that deja vu is me. Running in reverse with two left feet Who placed a curse on this sack of meat? They told me that "you are what you eat" Not "microorganisms control me" - gut flora - push over Supernova turned to "meet your quota" This is me, Written on a screen that we all touch everyday but nobody feels a thing I'm seeing things like Wilfred Copy me a little? That's a tidbit Made up - that’s Quidditch Pump fake - I fidget roll up, a given I’m under some constant suspicion constant confliction do this or that? ruin the past by bringing it back Seem so detached yeah steering off track I’m on rainbow road Towards the wrong way to go But I got a blue shell that I’m dying to throw Die and I grow way of dark souls I can’t patrol this life as a whole There are just certain things that are out of control How can I be lazy when I'm running out of time? & How can you be scared of roaches yet you wanna smoke all mine? Full of wishes, where's my Farily OddParent? Can somebody notice me or am I transparent? You're the queen I'm the peasant You’re the peace I’m the weapon We already went to space, where’s the heaven? I've been gasping for air… and pretending to care… while the ending is near… so just pull up a chair… yeah, time flies but pigs don’t You talk online a lot but your lips wont You post a lot of shit that you cant show How many followers will it take for you to feel whole? Always wanting, it's gluttony I’ll take and take but won’t appreciate what’s in front of me So what's the difference - between what I want and what I need? You can’t get through to me - that they are two separate things. Running in reverse with two left feet Who placed a curse on this sack of meat? They told me that "you are what you eat" Not "microorganisms control me" - gut flora - push over Supernova turned to "meet your quota" This is me, Written on a screen that we all touch everyday but nobody feels a thing. -[C.I.]