Hollows

you can’t shake the feeling

you bein followed

creepin 

through them bandos

it’s filled with hollows

[Bandos = abandoned apartments used for trapping. Hollows refers to both the shells of hollow-point rounds AND the lost spirits from the anime, Bleach. I’m not actually talking about trapping and guns and whatnot, it’s actually much closer to the ghosts and souls trapped on Earth by unfinished business]

Nightmares

you can’t hide by mind yo business

Cut my ties when time is finished

ive half a mind to get possessed by spirits

[Possessed by hollow OR get drunk (Spirits = Alcohol)][I thought that was cool for the whole double meaning throughout the chorus]

you can’t shake the feeling

you bein followed

creepin 

through them bandos

it’s filled with hollows

Nightmares

you can’t hide by mind to business

Cut my ties when time is finished

ive half a mind to get possessed by spirits

im used to vert my eyes whenever passing by a mirror

[Like “I’m used to averting my eyes” ]

im sick of my reflection always laughin at me sneering

i spent like half the night picking the glass shards out my fist

i see my own jaundiced reflection 

tryna taunt me while i piss

[The image I have is of a movie scene where the character is going through a mental breakdown. The reflection glitches out and starts smiling even when the actual person looks defeated. So the character in a fit of rage punches the mirror glass. That’s why I was picking shards out of my fist. My reflection is jaundiced (yellowed and sickly) because…well…]

i’m haunted

my heavy conscience mean i’m sick

ive done some shit that’s thoughtless

pay no mind nor an attention

irregardless

[I’m pretty sure irregardless isn’t a word, but that was kind of the point here. “Thoughtless.”]

did i mention

that my head keep

spinnin

spinnin

spinnin

i lost my train of thought 

ive tarnished all the chains i’ve bought 

or lost them all

i think it’s gods way of telling me

to stay unfettered

[I LITERALLY keep LOSING my DRIP! I’m a “ballin-on-a-budget” kinda guy, but I’ll buy inexpensive accessories that look good. For some reason I keep losing my stuff, though…][But maybe God keeps making me lose my chains to remined me to stay free haha]

or even better

he think my drip too hard

[Sheeeeeiittt or maybe he tryna nerf me]

he think my dick too big (head)

he think my cock to large (heart)

[HAHAHAHA I fought myself on this one, but this really is a f*** it kind of song]

so vain i think it’s all about me

[Vain, vein, continuing the dick theme briefly. Pause]

on baby need some grounding

[I’m Chi-town. You might hear one of us merch something on someone. “On baby” is like “On god” or “I swear”. And then grounding like when you ground your kids and grounding as in becoming humble. I just said God said my dick is too big.]

out me comes a fountain

of half true lies unfounded

oops

i think they might need

carve my face in a mountain

white fang like im kakashi

papi

[BRUH. IYKYK. Naruto is goated and Kakashi’s dad’s name is White Fang. Kakashi has his face carved into a mountain. I’m saying I’m so noteworthy they should carve me into a mountain just like Kakashi.][I also make lots of references to icy fangs or white fangs in my songs. I have no grills but I’m finna get some so I’m not capping"]

something stop me

obvsly i’m possessed

the soul is renting out the flesh

i need a drink of water

that need the preachers aura

[holy water]

to free my dreams from horror

and keep my things in order

and my keep my things in order

this life id never thought of

direction had me caught up

and pressed it had me twisted 

you might need to fix it if you if you if you if you

you can’t shake the feeling

you bein followed

creepin 

through them bandos

it’s filled with hollows

Nightmares

you can’t hide by mind to business

Cut my ties when time is finished

ive half a mind to get possessed by spirits

talkin to my therapist

he give me insights i might miss

unlike the feelin that my insides

wanna leave this wretched prison

i feel nauseous on the inside

somethings waiting,

hope i gives in 

i’m impatient that’s a given

i been saved without the christenin 

now my **** is different

but that could hardly satisfy

i’ll try to be specific

it’s like the old me slowly died 

and i was like good riddance

I mean i tried to hold it tight

like vine or hype for christmas

merry chrysler bitches

[I love this lil bar. I was wrestling with the necessity of letting go of the old me in order to embrace the person I was becoming. There’s a sadness to growing up—to change. So I tried to hold it tight like that excitement for Christmas that may have faded aa the years went by and the haul started shrinking. Or Vine. Man, those were the days. Merry Chrysler, Bitches!]

that’s the typa time i’m on 

ain’t no time for mincing words

i only pare em down and share em out

when i feel i’m secure

in saying what i mean and vysuh versuh

[Vice-versa]

yuh yuh 

i said the old me died

but baby

now i’m on trial for murder

[Because I let the old me die/killed the old me to make room for the new me]

you can’t shake the feeling

you bein followed

creepin 

through them bandos

it’s filled with hollows

Nightmares

you can’t hide by mind to business

Cut my ties when time is finished

ive half a mind to get possessed by spirits