The Ramblings of a Mad God, a Young Scrolls Remix. (Lyrics in the Description).

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prod by youngscrolls https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXzmcdy3BVCnLqwOx2JERMg

mixed by CAMOGOD https://soundcloud.com/camo-god/tracks

artwork by HiseuminGo. https://twitter.com/HiseuminGo/status/1470587093797773319?s=20&t=iEoRaSiBPMLskscPjoXWoQ

Lyrics:
(Ego)
The sunrise im father to heat thats never missed
Heir (air) bubbling to brand new heights the son (sun) kissed (Sunkist)
Sunny D rains over you then turns to mist
Seeped into your bones feel it when you clench your fists
Cuz Grasping the air 's your attempt to try and resist

(It lies)
Frauds yell the loudest all caps
When push comes to shove man they fall back
See they’re scared to get in contact
They Gotta man the binds(amanda bynes) to handle all that.

(Now Suffer)
This is bad for ya heart, but you’re the making the pace
Presenting all colors while we running this race
A Priority placed last as erased (a race)
Turn back time to learn all of life’s mistakes

(Despise)
It makes me sick to my stomach but i still dont give a shit
Play ball? Get the runs so i can take the hits?
Force me down in position that’s how you get your kicks
But you cant score here where i’m physically fit

(Question)
Can’t decide on my name, but im always on defense
Find some reason to climb but nothing’s makes sense
I could say its over, but we arent in past tense
Thats the only present that the future gives, and its intense

(this madness)
You’re unique? Put you in these bars built for the special.
Now u got a super fucked up state of mental.
Can u even see, ayy none of u is level medaling to test your mettle is to(too) judge mental.
But head can always be on continuous rental.

(Compromise)
Got a new lease on life, but your mind's vacant
You’d try to raise the roof while in the basement
This Over your head? Its not an understatement
I underestimated how much you’re overrated

(Psychosis)
So many highs and lows id call u 50/50
Keep trying to mix it up like you’re in your fifties
Mid life crisis of the century its 1950
Sex and drugs rocked and rolled you from 0 to 60

(It dies)
Fake boolin while your blood spilling Guts out struggling cant handle the wrap for the bars you are sitting in
Cells are screaming out that are you are cursed
Rows of death’s demons try to damn to u to a hearse
Piercing your skin till your burst then Berserk
Ego’s deflated now you know your worth

Bitch.