Stay on Task! {Oprah Winfrey Mix Commentary} [ASOT]

I designed your disease to fit my needs and desires Then I discard you Cause everything's all in your head, You call it a curse, Or a cure for your omen A call to your sermons, A servitude severance, But also Just know too much more than numbers That's how I know how young I am— They brought Patti Labelle onstage, And the first thing I thought was “Oh my God, I love her pies!” That's how you know there's no money in music anymore, really. Patti Labelle makes pies. Her performance gave me bass face. “—what?” Times have changed. The truth is, I don't think imm ready for the times I don't think I'm ready for it I've been dead set on the certainty that I'm about to die; I keep seeing my dead friend's number anywhere And I keep having these synchronicities that make me think “Yo that's it— something's coming.” “This isn't right.” Or like “This is the last of this, for sure, you know?” I left my body during Patti Labelle's performance thinking to myself— “I went wrong somewhere.” Something in my life went —Dick Gregory Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin' face? What you say? Oh, you haven't? Alright, wait, bitch Two-phone Baby Keem, fuck you mean? I am here, ho Ice cream, booger colored piss, Sub-Zero No, ho, hookers in my clique, we don't fear ho Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit I gotta wait, I gotta politic, I got a bae Ain't no apologies when I get paid A dermatologist, I want the face Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho Pussy watery, I duck the tuna fish, ho, ho Yeah, uh, these niggas actin' like groupie, huh Lil' bitch, she wanna get mad 'Cause I keep on lookin' all in her boobie, huh I got the furniture options My U-Haul movin', coochie to coochie, huh I buy the toe when I shop it Rock band on toosie, now I look spooky, huh, huh Easy there boy, shit get greedy there, boy I rep PG there, boy, my gang need me there, boy If my sex tape leak, your bitch on TV there, boy Watch her please me there, boy (lil' baby got on my nerves) Shit get greedy there, boy (lil' baby got on my nerves) I must admit, I am a mess, I cannot fix it, mm Lil' baby thick, Margiela sweats, look at my dick print, mm Fuck all the rats, if you confess, that is a big hit, huh Fuck all the rats, if you confess, it get addressed, bitch Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin' face? What you say? Oh, you haven't? Alright, wait, bitch I want the fade (I want the fade) Give me my fade, I want the fade I need the fade, I need my- We gotta fade, give me my fade (fade) We gotta fade (fade) Give me my fade, I want the fade I, I need the fade (fade) Run me my fade (fade) Narcissists ruin the most genuine people. Then call them "crazy" or "toxic" when they finally react to all their bullshit. Narcissists have a remarkable ability to identify and exploit the most empathetic and compassionate individuals. They prey on those with kind hearts and souls, using their charm and manipulation to draw them in. As they weave their web of deceit, they gradually erode the victim's self-worth, making them doubt their own perceptions and sanity. The narcissist's constant gaslighting, blame-shifting, and emotional abuse can leave even the strongest individuals reeling. But when the victim finally reaches their breaking point and stands up for themselves, the narcissist is quick to label them as "crazy" or "toxic". This is a clever tactic to shift the focus away from their own abusive behavior and onto the victim's justified reaction. By doing so, the narcissist aims to: 1. Silence the victim 2. Gain sympathy from others 3. Avoid accountability for their actions I think I die before my mom. I hope I die before my dad. I don't like the world at all, The microphones on phones are bad What in the simulation?! This girl's shoes said “Adidass” It was adidas, but with a extra s. #ohmyhoodness. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.