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Oh when the curtains are closed
Give 'em a bow and I hurry and go
When the credits are rolled I'm 'a exit the show
Wanna thank those in attendance

I'm a gifted cynic, but my mistresses come in intervals 
Climb to highest limits, like a playground for a 6-year-old

And that's critical cause we

If anyone asks you how I died, say this: The angel of death came in the form of a 
moth 
And landed on the lute I was repairing.
I closed up shop

Well they closed the dollar general
On a Tuesday night with no notice
And I had a panic attack
I didn't get my snack
Then I went down for some cheap

Logos

King Krule

The Ooz

2017

She smoked me whole and blows out Os
The sink had sunk, it overflows
The door is shut, my eyes are closed
I hear her moan or what I suppose

skin soft
Shawty real fine, redbone,
She a Rudolph
Case closed, black ball me
No safe calls
I been held down
Thank God for the day ones
If you wanna word

As the interval betwixt every inkling of aspiration diminished
The dark changed, and bound every change with an adamant resolve
Like an abysmal veil shrouding

tough
Closed book, you read me once I opened up
One-touch had me close enough
Two touch had you hearing "uhh"

Let's run away and make love
Until we wake

eyes see the trouble
Nothing subtle when you drowning in the ocean but they thinking it's a puddle
Cigarettes had my lungs closed
Blunt smoke kept me

Lightly with the scribble, bending syllables, how you solve the riddle
Often nibble, the pen amenable
To altered tempos, and awkward intervals
So plop ya

these smoke and sirens
And all it leads to is closed caskets and open riots
Obviously poverty is a problem in the nation
They try to divide us with

get now
It's on principal
That we're bringing
Murder in intervals
Sending hoes back to their poles
Where you finna go?
I was an interlope
Now I'm like

lemme make a interval
Rough edges but I'm smooth like a criminal
Baby girl from Florida & I'm in it like a Seminole
Got her heart & her mind & it's time

the cynical
Moonwalk past sky phasing the interval
Groove on my grind I'm in line with the rhythm
I'm one of a kind On My Time like i said i was
All in

educate in intervals. Overly supportable 
When I'm finished with my verse, you will think my words are hoardable
It's horrible to even think your words are

the interval finally arrives
And the wind at night, takes him back to where he belongs

The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in

the interval finally arrives
And the wind at night, takes him back to where he belongs

The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in

to hit my pinnacle 
Til’ the zeros keep bouncing left of decimals 
How I’m lappin everybody while only doin intervals?
Gotta put in work we don’t care what

me, simply cause they know me as Brandon
I was so bad as a young' my nigga and so I was branded
Everywhere I went, they closed the door and said ain't

he fire but barely smoke
I scope you jokes, controlled approach encloaked atop a closed slope
When they want top two and not two
It's not you that they

Break you off, 9-5
Round 2, 6-4
That's on muvas real live
Position switch on interval
To the money or the room
Me and my coalition to the tomb
Ain't no

Thoughts so critical, yet so difficult
An integral part of these digital
Intervals that be so pivotal
Despite the visual, reach beyond miniscule