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Please grant me proper snow-shoes
They ought to carry me briskly
While I am skiing through these swamps
Through the woodlands of Lapland
By the marshlands

manage
I'm quite a dedicated man of conviction
Jaded by fiction that keeps ticking me off
Piss off you liars
Keep on talking to your pacifiers
That you get

the road
Same old smile as you’re waving goodbye
A whole new lonely world without you by my side

Lucky Joke

Girlpool

What Chaos Is Imaginary

2019

want to
You don't even have to try

Down by the water
I watched you try to fit inside of something else

You're already gone
Once we've heard your

the better of me
Walk in these shoes before you trample my feet

This is out of control, it's out of control, it's gotta go
You're scared of what you don't

[Verse 1]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well

shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons

Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just

the middle frame
House on that third street
Where they call you by your middle name
Promise you, it'll stay the same
Promise you, I won't go away

Cup

Before the Vlone I was walking
'round with no friends
I'ma get that shit from yo bitch
To curl my toes in feel like Waka Flocka
Bitch did it with no hands

Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
He

this ain’t that then let it burn
Expect if I do good then you’d do good by me but in return
Show no love it get cutthroat
Trust nobody on truss no no

Yea. Story time homie.

A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep

Honest Eddy your last light has gone dumb
Yeah Time is a scumbag, selling condos and youth
And and if truth wants a room she must pay.
 
So Dig a hole
Dig

of
Huxley, of Orwell, Guevara, dalai Lama
Now they're all just a product to you

And now you care more about your
New shoes than loose screws
In minds

fuck your fucking mind up
Boxes galore, Boxes galore
Fresh as a bitch, yes I’m the shit, ugh
Boxes galore, Boxes galore
Shoes on the floor, needing some

Planting down my seed in the spring ima gardener
Baby do the bad and be crime to my partner sly
Summertime vibes an the breeze goin by
Leaves on the trees

and soul but the soles of shoes ache
The truth is this game gives me a reason to escape
Something to believe in that I can be great
If my paint is never

I did a lot just so I could live this lifestyle
I'm still flattered whenever rappers bite my style
I raise bars like eyebrows you talk white foul

breaking each other's hearts all over this town  
He was drinking in your frame, thinking of what you might do 
I was drowning in whisky, staring at my shoes

I breathe?
If you saw through my eyes, what would you perceive?
I can't see through yours when you're blinded by greed

Could you just
Shut up, shut

of
Making my family proud

If i am gonna get down
More banger i sound, 
cs always as I am gonna be loud 

They still chasing fame, I am OG by name
Wanna pull

a bounty
And I'll throw some off a stick, like a mofucking mounty
Fuckin' on your bitch, make a mess like Downy (yuh)
And I get back to my crib and she

Pop up in morning
Time to get up out and get it
Maybe snooze once
Any more and I'll regret it
Handle all my business
get my coffee and my breakfast

do)
You could do better I mean honestly (I could)
This is your city it's your Stockholmsvy
Light rain, izzy veins, diamonds on my face
I don't wanna