My Thing Is This lyrics

Verse One

As i lift my glass up and take a look at my tea, microscopic living organisms i cannot see, invisible is man to the eye of the unseen
Past the sky there are things that exist that are not me, ladies and gentlemen we are not Scott and we’re not free

Obsolete to artificial intelligence bots, bees and the birds don’t need any wings when you tell em they got feet
Why climb in through the window when i got a set of keys?
Why rinse my hands of the filth while i lay in a bed of fleas?

Ahh see, like whats the point of you locking a voiceless dummy in a steel cage, then telling him that he can not speak?
A rounded edge if anything a little obtuse, a little odd too
Like milk and fried food

I’m excommunicado, grato for the quiet booth
If no one wanted to hear the truth then they should’ve shot me, gettin sloppy, i been dumped before it’s a hobby i take pride in my delusion don’t tell me it’s you and not me

You wanna know what keeps me up at night? the obelisk up on the moon, the fact i don’t turn off the light, i talk about a lot but i be shocked to find I'm often right, i analyze myself don’t regurgitate what the author writes, develop arthritis i fail to record these thoughts of mine so i can get beside myself, forget that they were not invited, then i don’t know when to quit cuz i never stop in private, a toast to taking life by the balls so to sodomize it

(Hook)

You got me yawning ..
But i see where your heart is ..
He’s good at talking ..
I bet he’s fun at parties .. x2

I fell into the floor and spiraled out at mach speed
By the time you hear this sound i scratched off too far to reach
I be leaving the noise behind like a sonic boom when i breach, exceeding 343 MPS and your little Jeep
Give the vision life and mannerisms like i’m Stan lee and put a end to your conception make you go with plan B
I’m cool beneath the pressure but it’s when i can’t see, so in a field of landmines i may as well be stampede

Amazement never ceased by the way of walking deceased
I done seen a carcass before but they usually can’t breathe
The producing of way too many children who can’t read
Wake up and smell the rot in the garden we can’t eat

I talk a lot of sh*t so i fail and fluke at events, but the stench of me is a gift like a dead whale on the beach, inhaling cetacean released the levitation swelling up my feet, swallow clouds spit out chem trails on the beat

Hook repeats