Levels of Wacker Drive
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Walking in the world day Can't ease or stop I was lost on lower Wacker Where da trees don't talk Had to trip on a heart joke Everybody want to smoke Till they ass get smoked I wasn't living on reggie I was living on f*ck me Before you could ever love me I'on do flowers in towers Cut my throat in this hour When does it all feel so sour And you can't cope with some power When they love to abandon you dire I never can cope up the fire I never can fan with the fire I always alone when I'm tired I write when I'm full of the desire My mind is an open multiplier How many thoughts do I have to aspire to Just to say I'm (un)like you Since when did I had to go call it mine I was living in a hollow mind Fitted for the only line I ain't been outside Hold up wait I been on some healing Blow up aye Catch a motherfucker outside and don't awake up I wonder how my dreams use to live in a layup Make it outta the hood just to make another system Living in apparatus of a rhythm I wonder how the world looked outside before I Was thrown in it's prism (prison) Or grown in it to be risen While my Phone ringing with the touch screen I can't touch dreams I've lost steam I had to walk between my own thoughts of things And forget what it all means Everyday variables Varying schedules Take it in edibles Just to be legible Talking to my doctor Like refine my gender Un-define these feelings Steeped in the present Cut like a crescent Queer with an essence Of adolescence Wasn't holy presence Was brutal violence Open sirens Abusive (ap)parent Its (ap)parent broke my real Changed my feel Taught me things of all these things That I can't see That I can't (can) be Taught me things of all these things That I can't see That I can't (can) be Just to Feel better If you Would you would People wanna wait up when they Try to go sleep on me Got beef on me Before I Lived in my only truth They came for my eagle eye Built with they evil eye I stroll with no people right No righteousness with the sigh Just ratchet-ness with my high I came up on nothing right I'm still on that nothing flight My style in the wild of a child But the affect just feel so mild Harold's sauce chicken kitchen Bitch I'm cooking lose the hooker Chorus eye of Horus boredom Knowledge ain't a totem I thought you I thought you knew I thought you knew I told' em Slide up With a ride up When ya 'high up Can't fly up It feels real Cause it feels real Drop into the mix like I'm lonely Always hit em up like an OG Or any day Your not just any face Let me face it I go by any way
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