Brad Bramish (feat. Damn Selene)

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Shawn Solo

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What is a man anyway?
GROSS
I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that
I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack
I’m the ace and the face card of hearts
In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract
I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that
I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick
I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds
And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat
When the path only forks so we know who’s wrong
The only practical freedom is not to belong
Ain’t a damn thing fair but there was time now
Like ready, fire, aim, kid, shoot your eye out
I am but Jack’s hacked outlook on life
That’s that and it’s a catch that’s eleven twice
The terror that flaps in the night is the chance
You’re the same machine that you rage against
What if a dog had pants but the answer is given
In the form of a cardboard box you can live in
All is weird flex driven, being growled through fences
Till the best built prison is a hollow incentive
We follow the path that the pack is impressed with
Or bark ain’t the worst of the parts that we’re left with
A flagrant request from a beta, I guess
But this place is a mess that is hardly managed
I’m brad bramish
Dammit I’m brad bramish
I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that
I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack
I’m the ace and the face card of hearts
In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract
The truth of a man lies in what they hide, though
A miserable pile up of honoured cycles
Not by the hair of my chin or thigh or shins
Would my diligence suffice as defense
It’s all play pretend till the cracks are evident
The last action asshole’s a casual deviant
Adapt with comedic responses when processing stress
Remember then to ask how to dress
Couldn’t care a bit less for the laws of lobsters
But accustomed to tasting the fronts of lockers
What else did you think that the jaws were locked for?
Hit bottom so hard that it made the top sore
No encores please, just judge the performance
A poor thing’s version of reserved conformance
Of course it’s killing me but I’m dropping patiently
Cause no one is scaling these walls to save me
I’m gwen stacy
Baby I’m gwen stacy
I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that
I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick
I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds
And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat
I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that
I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack
I’m the ace and the face card of hearts
In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract
I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that
I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick
I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds
And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat

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