(What is this?) (It's AL.XL) (AL.XL picks up on trends) (Damn AL.XL, you cooked some heat up!) (Problems of distraction) (It could also allow for more creativity) Sittin in this cubicle, the usual Do whatever for my boys, but Wonder if the feelings mutual My brain why I'm producing this The pain I ain't been used to this Take the angst and I'm bruisin this track Crossed like a crucifix I'm lost but I'm moving quick Tryna get the viewership Clock striking midnight Hoping that the shoe will fit Shoot I hope the music stick So I can buy consumer shit Scratch that, ain't obsessed with possessions That shit is useless You got me fucked up You got me fucked up They all got me fucked up Oh so fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up They all got me fucked up Oh so fucked up Man we all trying this Tribulation, dying wish Craft my skill and iron it The prize I got my eye on it Man we all trying this Tribulation, dying wish Craft my skill and iron it The prize I got my eye on it Sometimes I feel like nobody caring Sitting here mind blank and I'm staring Things ain't right in my brain it's apparent Mind running so insane and it's errant I can't stay trusted, the brains percussion Just gives me the same instructions Delayed in function, but I still make assumptions About how they plottin and How they wanna watch me end up On this rotten descent Snatching up my confidence But for now I'm stayin bold Hoping my soul don't get sold But if the devil pull up with that deal Then I might just fold You got me fucked up You got me fucked up They all got me fucked up Oh so fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up They all got me fucked up Oh so fucked up Man we all trying this Tribulation, dying wish Craft my skill and iron it The prize I got my eye on it Man we all trying this Tribulation, dying wish Craft my skill and iron it The prize I got my eye on it (Not being completely focused) (Allows the mind to make associations) (That might not happen otherwise) (Don't you want to finish it?) (No, but XL is)