Yak, The Atlas - off the map Lyrics

Walks off the map like
Walks off the map like
Walks off the map like

I been seen vibes since I was Knee high
So my thoughts are busy beehives
Angriest peace sign
My gravesite's skyline, tye died
Red, orange, yellow, purple Nimbus 9s
Surrounded by the Mindnumbing stereotypical
Rolling with hits too critical
Flows too pitiful
Clean the soul with vinegar
Switching up integers
Learning to split a hair
I have never been in here
Or never heard of him
Or traveled through your Hemisphere
It's all a separate version
And we can see your nose Peaking through the curtains
Saturo killing these curses
Infinity losing this purpose
Its all a facade, magic tricks and Living mirage
I'll send it off with cigarette Burns and espionage
Show up at 22 covered in gauze
Gimme some props, nah
Like charging that chakra

I got that high ground still in a Plot hole
I speak in fables on an old Console
Energy, pedigree, that of one Mongrel
Walks off the map, pops up in a Hostel
Walks off the map, walks off the Map
Pops up in a hostel
Walks off the map, walks off the Map
With a bunch of apostles

Walks off the map, walks off The map

Short side of wishbones
Might as well skipped stones
Highway tolls, pay phones
What are these mementos
You're spitting in an ocean or Blowing towards tornadoes
I write my own name in the Deathnote
Right after Jeff Bezos
Dropping hooks from the Clouds since the homies gone Fishin
But I'm still so back and forth Cause our transmission instant
In my head its perfection
When it comes out my lips it's A different direction but play it Off like it isn't batshit
I wanna know what you fight For
Cause i'll pull cords, on any Dream that I find an eyesore
Keep gorging on the wrong Tastes
A broken crown and bared Fangs
What's a compass to a starscape
Leave my heart in a save state
That you cant unlock with a keyblade

I can't wait till my spirit escapes this flesh prison
I can't wait till my spirit escapes this flesh prison
I can't wait till my spirit escapes this flesh prison
I can't wait till my spirit escapes this flesh prison

I got that high ground still in a plot hole
I speak in fables on an old console
Energy, pedigree, that of one mongrel
Walks off the map, pops up in A hostel
Walks off the map, walks off the Map
Pops up in a hostel
Walks off the map, walks off the map
Eith a bunch of apostles
Walks off the map, walks off the map
Pops up in a hostel
Walks off the map, walks off the Map
With a bunch of apostles

Walks off the map, walks off the map