let this be a note to myself
the next me turn into somebody else
hear this in a couple of years or days
not sure what the hell i was tryna say
used to think I was supposed to be true to me
strip down and leav my mask on the floor
i swapped my face out for a flatter one
chalk white n all the feeling gone
does it ever stop itchin
does the scratchin ever help
trust we’ll find ourselves in symbols
trust we find truths in our myths
there it goes] a sweetand sudden kiss of vertigo
the south wall might as well be the floor
hand out stretched but i don’t aim to break the fall
just reachin o—o-u—ttth
uNaPoLoGeTiCaLLy whatever it wants to be... double-dope, fresh-cubed, sonic freedom. Bap(s) u in yo earhole with an energy so welcome and so needed... i find myself dancing, thinking, and grateful af every time I listen to it... Jon Bap, THANK YOU! <3 da_rabbit667