ceiling fans - Moodie Black

Can’t see, I dont match, no TV to feedback

Playing possum (inaudible) no dark ops, or glare pops

Stay poised but fuck art no screw boys or reptar

Spare parts (inaudible)

Dropping names of influence to benefit from incels

Black face in a new space never holding hands like bad dates

Rob dirt and then penetrate what i’m supposed to be to a small town

Blocks hurt but i died of age and my back hurts but you on now

Tell me what what my selfie is

The same pain the ways sway

Bangin in with static rich like all noise an epic nich

Promise you im driving with the pedal leveled to the floor bloods

Shit looks like casualties like dropped leaves and skinned knees

What you want

I ain’t never been what you is sipping on

And sleeping on is played out

Im bout to probably fade out

Yall people ain’t gon want me but im baddest for you

Naked for you

Shit im fucking fancy with it

Never leave that it all feels like

I SEE THE PROBLEMS YALL HAVE AND I SEE CEILING FANS

All men are terrifying worlds spinning

Ice thinning rhereotic from killer klans in whitehouses mansplaining

Couldn’t miss it holding onto my skinny wrist and my cheap bracelets everyday

I’m fuckin sayin leave me in the wind I’m swaying

Spilling out with urgency I’m elder tranny others murdered all we really need

is tantrums armored

Collars pretty arrows crack em til their knees are muddied sinking deeper to

resentment they won’t really have no sorrow rip em up and burn their bibles.

Bitch

We need everything in embers Ash besides our bodies

Bleeding in American the flames from cash the modern prairies

Buh

Not invented this is product of our ancest

I don’t see no problems with it what the fuck you mad for

And where im living ain’t no precedent or president politics is foriegn

language never changed the fangs arrangement

Find me on a map your privilege

You have never seen my image