Elevator Boomin (Rap Verse)
Analysis became intuitive. Fades away into the background, second nature. You’re truly aware, aware that you’ll never be truly aware, yet still aware. Tryna balance what you know and what you don’t, losing yourself the second you think you’re in control. All that was subtle now right in your face, and yet you struggle understanding what subtle is. We’re but bottles of water, elevator inside that goes from ground to top floor, no cap (pun intended). Somehow pulling UNO reverses make you look like you’re trippin, hypocritical people calling people hypocritical. Vampires all around me tryna get me Well I carved myself plenty wooden stakes Turned all my silver into Razor blades I’m Van Helsing, Mother Fucker Let’s see what y'all gon do now People runnin outta ideas, Art is the new recycling bin. But not for me, not for me, not me, ...