East Park Dark Demo

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Yeah baby
How you do it how you looking so fine
Girl you got me buying studio time
You in my rhymes like
Like you in my dreams
And I'm seeing the signs
Girl you knew me back when America was online
Back way before I made it out the Darkside
Yeah and baby I been livin dog years
Yeah and no one wanna see they dog die
How you lookin so fine
I don't wanna cross lines but I lost mine
Find me by the East Park rollin up loud
Plus I got about a quarter on me right now
Hustle like I never worked a day in my life
If you think you got it you should say it out loud
Way way outa bounds
You waiting up now for me
Baby get your rest you could lay your head down like
Break up how you so fine
Traded up how you so fine
I ain't been the same since I knew Chester died
Now we just killing time
Singin Papercut, singin Papercut
"Cuz the face inside is right beneath my skin,"
Bad connections, good pussy gotta keep a balance
I'm running the Quarter but bae there's nothing French about it
Find me outside of the Brasserie with like a pallet
Hot off the truck with Kapri tees and New Balance
I don't drink outa cans I need a chalice
I got a Disney princess in the palace
I got a broken heart I need a surgeon
I got a brand new girl and she's a fountain uh
Big splash, got a limo out back only thing playing in it my demo don't ask
Hope we don't crash
Got a whole lot of valuables in the trunk and we never paid tax
Camera gotta flash if you got me on snap
Need the bright lights baby these scars not a scratch
And my guy 3rd tryna roll weed up on the dash but this interior wasn't made for all that now
Break up how you so fine
Traded up how you so fine
I ain't been the same since I knew Chester died
Now we just killing time
Singin Papercut, singin Papercut
"Cuz the face inside is right beneath my skin,"
I'm way too sentimental
Too much heavy metal
Too much smoke and mirrors
Many leaded pencils
All my friends are dead and I should get a medal
I remember too much
I'd pretend the school bus wasn't hell on earth and I'd defend the rumors
Too much coke and ecstasy and sweat and mucus
Remember when I went and got the freshest Pumas
Someone threw up and I fuckin stepped into
All I had on me was Linkin Park CDs
Listen I was afraid to sing his part really
Grand Theft Auto made us hate the cops
That's when Tony shot his fuckin foot and popped wheelies
And we never knew it but we risked it all then
I made it home I'm like a hopeless Clark Kent
And how'd I find the fuckin coldest park bench
I told you all this baby it was dark then and
It's still dark out
Yeah
Break up how you so fine
Traded up how you so fine
I ain't been the same since I knew Chester died
Now we just killing time
Singin Papercut, singin Papercut
"Cuz the face inside is right beneath my skin,"

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