all I see
is numbers
obsessed with all these wonders
not too good at math
and can't calculate the thunders
but there's lightning in my brain
when synchronicitys asunder
plundered millions of shudders
at the thought of all my brothers
being linked with one another
my mind
it starts to stutter
i see the clock sputter
11:11 upon the rutter
lets me know that twin flames
are burning bright for each other
and when it's 3:33
the angels are signaling
it's time to get busy
on some musical flickerings
cause the spark warms the soul
and the passion yo its never withering
when my receipt reads 6.66
it's time to take a sit
reevaluate my life
and the man-made shit i split with
like, do i really need that brew liquid
to make me drunk as a dipshit
or the buttery biscuits
to make my heart flutter so quick
its a sickening cryptic obsession
that I'm hit with
when numbers cross my path
gotta mean more so listen

hook
the universe she speaks to me
like sacred geometry
all's quantifiable
cept abstract philosophies
not here to speak on
pythagoreas' wild theologies
only to acquaint you with my
love affair with numerology
(repeat)

triple 7s are so sacred
like a holy divination
im a 7 life path
so I'm lonely like the raven
inquisitive like the joker
have you choke
on your frustration
as a life scientist
dissect the world
from my space station
nothing intrigues me more
than learning bout death
thru creation
i am shiva the destroyer
and im here to test your patience
as i journey thru the worlds
with numbers and equations
the sum of the universe is zero
i smash pumpkins on occasion
equivocation of my hatred
can be seen by erasing
everything you thought was real
cause its taught by the patrons
counting how many times
folks got popped by the bacon
if you think you hate numbers
well then you must be mistaken
cause i calculate every blunder
with every breath that I'm takin
retraced elation with my minds elevation
every time that i think
I'm done with my placement
i level up to
admire the progress that I'm makin
whether my minds here on earth
or in outer space naked

when you text me at 1:43
i must admit I'm giggly
reminds me of beeper speak
when i was a just a kitty
meowing on the prowess
lookin for love from willy nillies
now it's grown woman shit
avoiding men in my lil city
not looking for a one night
68 with the after sex pillys
im not that silly jilly
out to catch her lil thrillies
surely not to catch the germ
or to get that burning feelin
you can keep the illies
my energys reserved
like a copyright billing
and when 10:10 crosses my mind
i know it doubles the ceiling
cause 0 is love and purity
and 1, im focused on the killing
like im adhd annoyed by the jingling
and since 3s company
Im safer with not mingling
with the herds of cattle
getting slaughtered by the millings
busy walking a path of inklings
cause i love the tingly stinging
i count every step by singing
punchin in the 16th bar swingin
while that dj keeps their heads ringing

signs ohhh yeah ohh gimme a sign
just gimme a sign