Lavender Chunk

[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst] Forced to battle in life, or rather in death Strange feeling like a pebble in my instep subtext Animates in cortex, searching in that silence Stepping stone, now slumped on her front door step Sometimes things come to me Sometimes I come to things In light love covers me but it says I'm bad company Misery hates bumbling my ex's date bumblebees All honey, no sting, what's the fun in that? (don't fuck with me) I haven't slept in weeks since she said she needed time to think I had the time to think and then I spoke til she was past the brink Now I'm raking rocks Meditating on taking my socks off I should probably just go out and get my rocks off But I'm forced, in life or rather in death Strange feeling like a pebble in my instep, what's next? I resort to unkindness Projection of my pedicure Sensitive in paramour, artifice - my art of war Detriment to self is pestilence, breaking cabin doors Waxing on the floor Waning in the core Bobbing on the shore Half in silence, eyes part to dilate The rhizome of my violence Years upon my waking Childhood as a symptom to be taking Veering by the caterwauling as dreams appear A deleterious mind makes for delirious fears Good thing I have these miracle ears What do we have here? [Verse 2: Scallops Hotel] I hope we don't, cross paths on a dark ave Stark mad like Jon Snow Justified like Raylan Givens I don't give a fuck about the first place ribbons I need, more than that At least a quarter sack for this fucking poltergeist That forces me to write on the nightly Like I'm Spike Lee The joints embers glow, outside And it's the first November snow I'm insulated, ingratiated myself to the fools and jesters Learned from my errors and called my mom a lot Cried in a couple coffee shops It's all love like Myka 9 Imma get mine, don’t trip [Hook X7: Scallops Hotel] Brothers like me don't live too long That's why I have to write so many rap songs