Hazy Maze Cave

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Muh'fucker I'm tarnished, strayed from the harness
And couldn't give a flying f*ck about your lifes hardships
Bruv, you're an arse lick, dutty like parsnip
Your dearly departed by the hands of this halfwit
On my foreheads a target, but I'm one they cant apprehend
I see draw I spark it, and blaze until this chapter ends
Too many pages that have burnt to ash
All piled through the ages thats a murky past
I dash past I'm a lab rat
Who's out to stack cash so grafts his body with the fat cats
I act trash call me oscar
I'm grouchy and Rowdy, with down trodden posture
And I wanna lounge around like a dosser
Whos owl head spins just to scowl at the doctors
And howl when they tell me my health is improper
The fell prosper, head down from the coppers
Same old days, same old haze
In the hazy maze cave, bunnin grade till the grave
Sipping till I'm cained, chip in for the flake
While we lay away baked, stubborn frame lookin' flayed
Same old days, same old haze
In the hazy maze cave, bunnin grade and I'm saved
Slipping till I'm phased, listen for the quake
Take my foot off the brake as soon as I awake
Burnt to cinders, yet life still lingers
Several in the chamber but my fingers grow singes
Hair trigger twinges, bloated from binges
I lost all my keys and blew the door off the hinges
Foot stomp, ground crack, alone with an eight sack
Alone I just blaze wraps, hazy for days past
I'm just post-hash, broke with no cash
Put my hands together and hope that the eighth lasts
The days mash together and it feels it's been a week
Only it's been three, I'm unwashed like a freak
The boys are gassing up and toasting to the beak
Knows no bounds when it's the end of the week
Eyes perk open with a rhythm and a beat
Dosed on vibrations to make the knees weak
Head just slips so sit back in your seat
But don't get cosy because you'll be back on the street
Same old days, same old haze
In the hazy maze cave, bunnin grade till the grave
Sipping till I'm cained, chip in for the flake
While we lay away baked, stubborn frame lookin' flayed
Same old days, same old haze
In the hazy maze cave, bunnin grade and I'm saved
Slipping till I'm phased, listen for the quake
Take my foot off the brake as soon as I awake

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