Organic Rust

Serious face 'cause it's really a race

Tryna stabilize while my health deteriorates

My fever leaves me a delirious state

Now I'm growing weary of fakes, here to replace

They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake

I don't wanna lose my drive, so I'm steering away

Plus, I got a call saying that her period's late

So I'm opening my calendar and clearing the dates

It's fate, I'm just a battler, too black to be tatted up

A hunter, a gatherer, lunge if you're bad enough

Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister

I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt

Now I'm on the settee, playing three months of Soul Caliber

I missed brekkie, need lunch for the stamina

Young and dumb like a man in love

Meant to vote, do the ballot, but

I'd rather see the planet crushed

Organic rust

Can't it just

All turn to organic rust?

I should be a fan of your kind

But you focus on the 'Gram and the size

All your followers are tapping the like

Waiting for the chance to be the man you're beside

All this surface talk while I'm knackered inside

I'd rather burn them all like I'm Anakin Sky

All these planets collide, tryna capitalize

It's the furthest I've even been, but I'm lagging behind

At the front of the queue for the back of the line

With the Devil's idle hands and the passion of Christ

Tryna plot a map in my mind

While you push the panic button, I'm pushing twenty-nine

Some people are pushing daises, I could die anytime

Behind enemy lines or by friendly fire

Why does everything we hold close damage us?

I'm trusting, young and dumb like I had a buzz

When it all gives way, and I've had enough

I got a few words for the man above

When I'm organic rust, trust

Can it just

Turn to organic rust?