Typical Nick - Michelangelo / 2kbullp***y Skit (feat. The 8308's) Lyrics

I was hoping I was dreaming
Just fighting with all the feelings
Painting pictures on the ceiling
Of demons and heathens
Might just sculpt Michelangelo
So you can feel what you're hearing
Can't keep translating all the signs
So you can see where I'm steering
Need you to sense I got my money up
Cause it's all bout appearance
Stuck in the simulation
I'm no conspiracy theorist
Memories of the days
That My spirit need healing
I had to feel it
To cure it
I need a drink
So i slur it
Just give me a minute to process the hypotheticals
Cause I have trouble puttin' thoughts away
No receptacle
And if you didn't know
When I'm flowin'
It's always heavenly
And Everyone wanna cook up
Cause I got the recipe
But I know that most of y'all
Really don't want the best for me
So I find myself alone in my house
Indefinitely
I know one day someone's gonna come and storm the castle
And everyone's a critic
Judging without a gavel...