Youre Going Right Into a Bag

yall did it for the gram, and hid it from the fam jilted on the glam i filtered out the jam i see you in a scam not even with a plan blowing all your yams to quicken drowning in a can sticking in the pan the plot thicken in a span i was missing in a scan now i listen to the sands pick a part a pattern of perceiving ill be damned when i started gathering the pieces all the reason helped me stand poking passed the ceiling and all the feeling i really had hate to say it now but its reminding me of dad avoid the void your filling and the milling getting bad grinding out but stealing your opportunity is sad for every step in progress youre going right into a bag hamster on a treadmill to the landfill built with slag