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Monsters Feat. Big Cheese

from Plan B by Finn Martin

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I used to be a monster shooting up in the office
Now I work and write rhymes to pay for this constant
Reminder in my brain that rewired the entire
Section responsible for feeling exhausted

I guess you could say I fake it
When I wake up every day and tell myself we’re gonna make it
Spending every second I’m awake thinking about
One day I’ll make some better mistakes then I’m feeling down

Sometimes I wanna blow my fucking brains out
Then I start to figure out another fucking way out
It’s like i got this defense mechanism
That doesn’t quite let me wreck the system I’m living in

It’s another phase of evolution
Naturally we’re selected as fast as we’re losing
Passing out darwin awards right and left
Till I’m fighting all alone like I’m the last knight left


Jet Setting more than a trendsetter
I just wanna chill in a cabin and pen letters
I just wanna see what’s real in the world we’re living in
The dividends are pretty thin and no one ever really wins

Sitting on the couch eating mini thins
Wishing we were pretty slim tipping back slimfast till we’re really sick
Summer never really ends
When you can afford to chase all the various perihelions

we really should be learning from the fungus
Instead of shooting eachother over some dumb shit
All this microdosing got the macrocosm
Ripe for hosting inside our minds where the light was glowing

Fake a distraction and keep the meter going
While I rewrite vibes and get the reefer smoking
And if we cut ties you best believe it’s over
I ain’t got no smiles left for greedy jokers



Rock steady, not leaving, no I'm not letting
All these negative thoughts weigh me down pandoras box is heavy. I am not setting an example for you to follow please do not envy.
This life is hollow I just wallow with these walls empty and ima go until these bars left me
Not a lot to say but let me keep commenting
On this world we're living in you are not ready
So crack a beer and sit it out while I
start vetting
And betting on all these hectic techs for mediation from expected pests. trials tribulations and eclectic guests. Life's a haunted house where's the scare from next? I wonder through the hallways, God I'm scared to death of sinking into depth. Screaming out to ears it seems their will is deaf.
Reaching troubled children call it UNICEF,
A union cleft, a hole too deep to bury; secrets that are swept

Never benevolent, never been settling, always ahead of them, always malevolent, sever the rest of them dreaming on mescaline, doing your test again, set up the pessimist, guarding the premises, thrown from a precipice
Who’s mess is this?

Bang Click
Fucking vanquished , watch your language excerpting me like you bang shit. Why does everybody nowadays act abrasive. So embrace it, all you gotta do is win the races. Adulate to the point that your mistake erases, stuck running through the mazes, lost in the verse now I'm turning pages, arming up my life with this arsenal of phrases, gotta release this shit in phases, stage this basis. Faces nameless
Fake this;

Doing time served like I’m shameless
No basis for the facelift just a glitch in the matrix
Something fun to do for amazement
Like jumping from the top of the building down to the basement

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from Plan B, released December 13, 2019

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