This is me, maneuvering.

[Hook] Move through this thing like a serpent You could move through this thing like a serpent Move through this thing like a circuit You could move through this thing like a circuit Move through this thing like a U-Haul You could move through this thing like a U-Haul Move through this thing witcha’ cool off You could move through this thing witcha’ cool off [Verse 1] Feeling like Kit Snicket, I could die after giving birth to this verse God dang, what a sticky wicket Where to find worth in a world that was birthed with none? I be aligning with purposes, I be curving some I might wanna get married, I might wanna be alone I might wanna grow my hair, I might wanna get a comb I might wanna let you cook, I might wanna throw a stone, though it’s better in my soup, not headed for your home We could come together, we could make something good … Or we can accept blandness But dammit, why take what we’re handed? Give me no flavor, and I’d rather have famine [Verse 2] Why try, right? Beats me, bruh I’m just here for the lulz and the pizza I could die in the street In my sleep On the beach, underneath her, smothered by DD cups (Damn!) I just wanna be the rap Double D... (Shit!) I just wanna NOT be a wannabe... (Fuck!) I gotta maneuver out my parent's house And only Carmen Sandiego’s gonna know my whereabouts