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[Intro: Barbra Streisand]
Like some music in a dream
Like some music in a dream

[Verse: Sybyr]
Suspect, reject, everything n*gga reset
Insects I smash, pass the word
Everything I say is absurd
sh*t it out like a turd
I don't come for the pleasure
Begging me back for a third round
I'm down, no one helping me up
Depression in my confession
Ain't no messing me up, I p*ss in ya cup
The bible burning ya, churning and makin' anew
Another f*ckin' word for the blind, I speak what I spew
Lost souls for the lost hope
Conversation turning wild like a odd goat
Keeping track of my score like I was testin'
Not makin' anymore sense, no more for you stupid writers
I hate rapping, stupid-ass bars have to make sense
Subject matter in past tense, put up a fence
Don't forget your f*ckin' references
If you don't research, then you don't need to reference sh*t
What I spit, just flow with not much else
All you classics, and new batsh*ts
Don't need to practice
Got to caddle the bag, finally glad
Smoke enough truth and now it's time to be sad, for what?
I'm just lost in the ways of a mortal
Alienated sympathetic bars of corporal
I'll make another album, and name it "Sudal" because of this
Weird Kid had no bars to spit, n*gga
[Outro: Sybyr]
Nah, one-take and sh*t
Since 1996, b*tch
One-take and sh*t, since 1996
Ya big b*tch, ah

[Extended Outro: Sybyr]
Gone mad
Gone mad
Gone mad