Increase speed indeed feed the beast
That lays underneath with peddles to my feet
I keep disciple cycles we rifle the on the east
Through teeth I breathe gliding on the side of the street
Taking pride in my baby on my grind with her daily
And maybe it’s our bond that fondly drives me crazy
With so much alone time traveling long distances
Invisible microphone rhymes inside of all these instances
Oh I’m going nutty oh buddy this isn’t funny
It’s like a rain cloud running my head even though it’s sunny
But I’m amused with my bruised fuse better than the average monkey
So excuse my confused use of words the journey can be lovely
It’s how ever I subject it inside of my head I test it
I wreck it check it I’m infected and it’s always accepted
The second I reject it I expect shit would hit the fan
If I eject the best connection with brain then I won’t know who I am
Besides I’m introducing illusions inside my head subconsciously
If I configured a conclusion I’d consider myself and anomaly
Obsessing on psychology and philosophy policies constantly
That sociology became foreign and I owe my friends an apology
Insanity has grown in velocity honestly but it fronts like a comedy
Everything’s an oddity growing; growing; growing its quality
HOLY SHIT; what fuck am I saying?
Portraying my madness practices is too much to be publicly displaying
After all I’m just talking about riding on my bike
And I’ll cover my tracks by saying that’s what it’s really like
I just exaggerated in all my previous statements
I’m not that saturated I’m actually quite good staggered patience