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whysir - imaginary friends lyrics

[intro whysir]
hold on
before we start this one i
i’ve gotta check my twitter and instagram real quick
okay we’re good
lets do this

[verse 1]
multiverse is my b-tch:
astral project
a lot of progress since my last project
a wiser man does more
and talks a lot less
smoke reefer till i clear the room
or the rooms potless
if you see them looking at me
tell them they don’t want this
it’s the dabbing rapping skating phenom non anonymous
i’m super cool but fragile dipsticks
act insulted on some dumb sh-t
and real seekers know with growth
i been synonymous so they bump this
i get played for for their baby mamas
daddies and their cousins
i’m the emcee on dmt auntie couldn’t get enough of
the hookup if you want something
to bump and shake your cupboards
been to the spirit world and peered at worse things out
than most would run from
to the the fake friends: sam beckett
over all of them; leaps are quantum
they change like the autumn leaves
i’m ahead and leading all them
it gets deeper: i see through their eyes
they realize they’re falling
as seasons wane they swap display
now colors match their calling
i’m sifting through the grime and grit
and vaping flower pollen
i’m 2 plus 2 times 2 legit
i’m six see and they want me
so don’t get caught sleeping
or playing games you know i’m awesome
go download both my mixtapes
then act good like alec baldwin

[hook]
if you find yourself hanging on a cliffs very edge
the one thing that won’t save you:
imaginary friends
hiding behind the unseen
till the scene is suspenseful
can’t really get real
with these imaginary friends tho

[verse 2]
been popping caps and rapping
so much room to improve
i’m talking psilocybin fungus
taking shrooms in the booth
take me to a new dimension
maybe show me some truth
share my visions with the people
they need knowledge that’s new
waiting for cosmic alignment
i get centered like noon
both hands up toward the heavens
more like 10 and 2
elevating my mind while having a h-ll of a time doing it
and you’d instagram the last good meal you ate
just to prove you did
in good with s-xy ladies
who just love and adore me
you know the type who turn
a trio breakfast date to an orgy
into my style
compliment it
won’t take a forgery
love my penmanship
and ask what they can do for me
for the d
i rhyme so tough, smart, neat, and crazy
you couldn’t rap any more week
if you were all 7 days
slay the streets like p-ssy
ride concrete like waves
perfect audio confections
for their ears to come taste
they use the booth for confessions
i use it as paste
between these thoughts interconnected
binding me to this place
all but lost here
and finding that the dislodged and displaced
can learn from each other with acceptance and patience
this pent up pain
is my pen, paint, and paint pen
the pallet i use?
the air waves
and the ways i can play on them
and of course all the words i say
and how thoughts can play off them
but some will still draw distance
put up walls
or just take offense

[hook]
if you find yourself hanging on the cliffs very edge
the one thing that won’t save you:
imaginary friends
hiding behind the unseen
till the scene is suspenseful
can’t really get real
with these imaginary friends tho

[verse 3]
write on paper in the moment
only in roman numerals
illegible
p-ssers by elbowing me
cuz i’m so humorous
bliss in people’s ignorance:
chicken ramen noodles;
they stay salty
i don’t fault them
use no caution with hubris
hold the comments
haley’s comet
could just come back to get me
i’m that interstellar rapper
in the land of the hippies
dirty varmit spitting sonnets
circ-mstance may get iffy
so i do front flips cartwheels hand stands
for you to understand or get me
fandom forming
like a snowball
clear and cold as ice
walk through doors without the clearance
take out haters concisely
no heaters
we defeat them
with words our weed and spice
armed to t–th to tease the weak emcees
in disbelief , surprised
and doused
in their own medicine
they ‘eff’ it up
i’m infinite
can’t catch a break
migraine headaches
get them acetaminophen
see through them:
cellophane
stuck to sh-t they meddle in
i’m charging up, and blasting off
and stealing moves like mega man
now you feel inspired?
well we’re in dire circ-mstance
omega down to alpha
from the fire
to the frying pan
world is full of liars
and outliers with truth in hands
some hand it out
some lock it up
some always just sit in the stands
some adjust the tv set
cuz they can change the channel
or glaze over the sum of things
take on more than they can handle
some will sleep in
some will slip out
some will think that your an -ssh0l-
but in summary
something you don’t need
are the fake friends and all their h-ssles

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