Artistname* - +!!yvil#twins* Lyrics

I can't do that soul searching, then I'd know I'm really lost
Least I can live up in my delusions, yeah I love these pretty thoughts
Smoke the pain away, and overdose on Moon rocks
I need a break I'm crashing, like the cymbal in a Jazz band
Civil engineering failed, ceiling falling, upstair neighbor tap dance
I feel like I'm Pacman, chasing all the ghosts that from my past and
Somehow I done found myself in Rap band
I'm with yves, and thats my yvil twin,
Semi-automatic, rap on soul beats and EDM
Motherf*ckers wanna encore, so we gonna sing again
I got me umbrellas, for the bullet showers, CNN
The way they pressing bad, bad habits back at it again
I need some euphoria, the mirror wants to make amends
Mama I'm sorry expectations fell, what can I live up to?
I wanna make you proud until the end
I set bombs off at christians
We done whipped the Saturn for the missions, and she cannot breathe like no more CO2 emissions
The People's champion, they got behind me like petitions
I don't know what I am, but I know what I'm isn't
Baby got the drop, she resides right off Peoria
I'm Robert Horry yeah, I kept the space like rent emporium
UK bitch is independent like the Torys
UK bitch is into K, she want explore me
I was pouring dye in fanta 'fore I met hana
I was gripping booze handles bumping babySantana
She's gripping on my arms like the actress Ana
I love box, punching in on it like a broke container
I felt like Bruce Wayne, that went to double A
I run the stars, I'm the power, not some f*cking double As
I got two classes up and Boulder, meaning that's some double As
Meaning that's some double A
I'm in my abyss, K was in the pits
I been, I been smoking on that herbal, Mary eucalyptus
Dreamt about my mistress, codependent on some other hearts,
Another start, I need another brain to write another bar
Drown my feelings out another bar, another bar
Welcome to Lin radio, this is heartbreak boulevard
That girl is a playing card, yeah the ace of hearts
She could prolly take mine, when I fall into her arms
I don't even rap, I beat pans
I got neat hands, I send my baby pictures with some streetwear
Wallet filled with dollars, it's a heatwave
You sitting in them lecture halls, a bleak fate
Yves kept playing girls like games by EA
Drop the bomb on me, you would think it's D-Day
If i'm down, I pass the stick to David like a relay
I don't want to talk about it, I'm not Kaytramine
Teeter-Totter round, she personifies my leeway