There you are, once again
Crawled outta your cave to slip into my mind
There'll be nothing for you to gain
And there sure as hell won't be anything to find
You're pushing your spam towards me
Don't need to fact-check everything you say
You're old news, why can't you see?
Don't need your so-called safety net to feel okay
We've met eachother so many times
And you won't be learning no
Everytime your spam makes me write those rhymes
Why won't you just pack up and go?
I'm the director of my own life
And your shit won't be making any difference
You won't make me lose my drive
I'll raise my glass to your absence
You're tryna trap me into this endless daydream
Luckily for me this dream is lucid
So I create something new out of this thought stream
And I don't need anything to prove it
