Subconscious Pilsen Relics Pt 2 [CODENAME_AIRPLANE MODE]

I don't wanna make this drive
I feel like I'm driving through last year
Woke up and found myself hunting
for a warm place like neighborhood cats
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna see you
All of a sudden, I felt there was more closure
There is nothing that isn't handed to myself from my own grip
Woke up and found cancer inside
Crawled out of my own organs for a warm blanket again
Warming up the cancer
Bleed it out like money