Oddyssey - Les Enfants Terrible

I've known not a God for many years
You don't know a thing about me,
You just know how I appear
And by appear, I mean reluctantly exist
The universe is begging that I cease and desist
But Major moves is being made, I hope I lose myself
I got the drive, but it's impossible to move myself
Never in doubt, I feign fear just to amuse myself
I'm the shit... nah wait, let me excuse myself

Damn, I was dangerous before all this zombie shit
Livin' life dated ain't the play, I'm with this bloggin' shit
I'm trynna be out in Paris or Prague and shit
I'm trynna log off, stay off all that offin' shit
Cus' niggas die and I ain't trynna be statistic-ated
And to Hell with savage, I'm really trynna live sophisticated
Unnanticpated, you ain't heard it and you already hate it?

Well, you know what they say,
It's just you against discrimination
And since you claim it, come meet me round the Dade
And I pray, you never take any offer I lay on the table
I'll say motherfuck a label, I been rapping since the natal
I don't wanna dot the I's and get locked up in the stable
Relationships are something of a myth for me
Even though all I need is a bitch
To cook and bitch towards me
And this, of course, is becoming another love song

Another love song about shit becus loves wrong
Lourdes, I want you there when they bury me
When I get a deal, I'mma call her and ask her to marry me
If she's with her boy, I'll make sure the niggas scared of me
Count how many goons around yo'
Crib before you glare at me, pussy
Money comin' in, Creative Control calling
Might be in Vice magazine, the way the cards are falling

I wanna be in Complex, they needa stop stalling
Cover of The Fader or a life of installing dry wall and
I'm immortal, Dennis went and said it himself
Elliot did a spell and my Horcruxes on my shelf
I never once worried once about my health

But now I'm coughing up blood
And not sharing none of my wealth
A fucking Legacy means shit to a minor,
But a gold chain and versace
Is shit to some old timers

So if you think you a fucking fashion designer,
Just know your shit'll fade out
Just like a drunk bitches eyeliner
And I minor, well I Major in half assing,

My passion is a carton of death
And some ass grabbing
High fashion, damn I'm clothes minded,
Lost my Remembrall and I need to be reminded that
I'm only 17, my life should be rewinded,
And if I coul asked you would you kindly?

You'd be momentarily blinded
You are alive and need to understand rejections,
And if you're circle ain't tight
You need to eject some
Marionettes, just know
I hate you if I've met you,
And if we ever fucked,
I'm trying my hardest to forget you
I hate rapping, I just do it for my set,
And you could shove it up ya ass

If that makes you kind of upset
And yet, I wholeheartedly regret,
Ever buying that cassette
And freestyling in that Chevrolet
I'm praying for a reset, and a bad brunette,
But for now I'll settle
For some drank and a cigarette. Shit