an urgent request

This is an SOS from the
Second of thirteen we have
Entered an unknown stage of emotional
Development with our subject
Brakence there is now a green
Light beaming from his forehead
We may have made a mistake getting him that
Iced americano he hasn't been listening
To our orders and is
Grinning with devious determination we
Believe he may be
Scheming to shoot the sun we
Aren't pleased to say
The least shooting the sun
Is the highest risk, highest
Reward move in the game of hearts if he
Doesn't pull back his bow far enough
The arrow will fail to reach it's
Target and begin falling back down
To earth it will then reach
Him at terminal velocity and
He will be impaled right between the eyes
Which is exactly from where our precious
Truth energy emanates however, he
Is so blindly confident in his
Ability to accomplish this
That it might just work but in that case
We'd have a whole new problem on
Our hands we are urgently
Asking listeners to immediately delete and
Links or references to caffei

How this shit ain't obvious to
You? I'm not even twenty-one
My music be the snobbiest
Somehow I'm still gon' get it done
And I ain't do this for
The audience, hold me down, i already won
I know I'm dope as fuck
I guess I'm glowin'