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vyrus michaels - christmas carols freestyle lyrics

[prod. by syndrome]

[verse 1]
yo, yo, uh, check it, yeah yeah
i’ll admit
i got an unhealthy obsession with old friends texting
mind is like a weapon, i don’t know which way to aim the barrel
you can’t contain me brain is acting like it’s going feral
can someone tame me?
crazy a n-gga was raised on christmas carols
i miss my papa, his pops named him brown-comma-harold
would he have loved the vyrus made no other place sterile?
would i be talking to you if i was really truly happy?
every artist seen the world in backseat napkins
sometimes i ask myself, what do i get from all this rapping?
is it for the revenge i’m exacting, n-ggas claiming they tapped in?
life a simulation at the age of eight i hacked it
never been asleep
eyes were always open
middle finger to pandora, give a f-ck about the hope and
i really really pray that one day i’m gonna leave this earth
leaving some un-peaceful search for bringing in the lucifers
guess all that to say that all the demons i was seeing you
gone finally see and we gone meet where we happily kings
and the casket of dreams is filled with sat-rday queens
those women who would appear whenever you dreamed
i fear the evidence brings reason for decadent things
and my soul be too grounded in material green
the immaterial speaks, i’m just a serial feat
write a number on me look for me again past 3
and that’s the a.m. not the p.m. ’cause now, ‘i can’t breathe’
but if you get some moon in me i’ll be at my peak, capeesh?
yeah
and if you send some goons for me put ’em on my leash
(motherf-cking goons!)
’cause right now my lease is eight dreams a piece
so give me all of your p-ssion, i’ll unfold my crease
in my forehead
dreams of seeing enemies and making the whole flo’ red
break apart my verses, gonna leave my whole flow read
haven’t asked permission in a while that’s some real sh-t
if i couldn’t get it then i made it on some build sh-t
if i couldn’t love it, didn’t hate it on some feels sh-t
but if i couldn’t hate it then i’ll break it on some k!ll sh-t
f-ck with any kinds of art, baroque or some drill sh-t
had less dreams than nightmares on some f-cking meek mill sh-t
add like three mo’ zeroes or i’ll never sign the deal sh-t
medication left me flagrant now i hate them pill sh-ts
just to deal with all the slow days
last year was like a haze, pretty sure i def’ went crazed
thought of a thousand ways that i could die a thousand days
but i’m still alive to say

[outro]
motherf-ck all religions
and f-ck all the children of the earth
i’m in love with hurt
(i’m in love with hurt)
motherf-ck all connections
this asylum i never checked in
but what the f-ck
man, i’m in love with dirt
that’s where i go after every verse

- vyrus michaels lyrics

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