Big bad night.
Pillow of smogg in the sky
And its tumbling over
Feel you getting closer
Im drunk enough, can’t resist the
Alcohol threatening hangovers
Drive bys wit my middle finger out
And other secular behaviors
At 105 miles an hour, acting out,
Speeding through crowded areas
I joke and toke,
A bunch of hard drugs, overdose
A killer strand, got me influenced
Offensive smells blown out the window
At police districts, officers annoyed
Wit the street nigga burnouts
All stop signs are optional
Vehicular manslaughter, too possible
Everything on the menu,
Paying only expensive prices
Compounding my debt overwhelmingly
Far from a charger, still on the phone
Making unnecessary calls on 1% alone
Less than a Quarter tank of gas
So romantic, traveling on fumes
Taking long distant rides from home
Pull the blunt out, I’ll make a video now
I feel you nearer, karma’s around
On this expressway driving fried
Lane switching spitting toxic emissions
For sure, I thought you was coming
Boy… was I wrong!?
This is a step by step guide for
How to deplete you, Karma:
First thing, hotbox in place
Something bout dense clouds
Really Set the stage onto the 2nd step,
Dark skid lines in the asphalt get that
Burn smell from the rubber,
More gas, more drag kick ya ass out
Inertia that sideways slide 10 yards
Next, watch the needle seize up
Revolution after revolution strong
Last step, don’t ease up, It’ll be ruined
Like the pyramids of Egypt,
Intricately constructed just for viewing
Got to the end, then, executed poorly
All this momentum we sparking
Keep adding petroleum
Combustible energy tight, she likes
Eruptions of showering lava, bareboned
Nothing’s moving, unusually dormant,
Confused 360 degrees now,
Karma’s taking hit after hit, one-sided
This is weird, somewhat unreal
3rd law from Newton: law of motion
A female stood at me from the side
Pointed out the window
Where I can see karma’s zombie eyes
Rolled back into her head violently
No traction gained the whole time
She was a living theory, but not now
No movement, her coma’s pretty rigid
It’s true, she was intercepted
On her way to me, overexicted
and belt unbuckled
Pants soaked from the waist down
Premature ejaculation soiled it, wet
She slipped and fell unconscious
The morning of, I woke up
A different hand was being shown
Ghostly pale, holographic skin particles
Telepathicly informed me that
My Karma was gone
This woman was much aged and said
“Last night, you had a date with me”
We had sex? I didnt even know her
“I’m attracted to the unsuspecting.”
She still hasn’t told me her name
“Angels brought me to meet you.”
Where’s my karma? What’s missing?
“Karma and I, we’re sisters. She can’t please you, any longer. She grew tired of being used. It’s best that you move on, to learning more about the nature of gratitude.
My name is Grace. Im unfamiliar. That’s ok. You knew me since birth.
