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that for 
Wildin' out on the dance floor
Asking what I'm here for 
Flow so existential 
Think I might go mental
Traumatized by my psyche
Swear

Thinkin' that we're all alone, like we did it all by our self 
You'd be surprised, what you don't know, when you pose the question of, how else? 
Our

got a ukulele, fake glasses and a tapestry for your room
And soon I knew you mustache me questions too

You heelied into my heart
But things have

inkblots and stains, to erase the remaining pain
But still I got questions that need to be answered
Lingering inside my brain like cancer
Swirling, flying in

that you know me piss off (Said)
One mixtape two mixtapes three workin' on four
Here comes the battering ram led by condor
Thought I was gonna quit now

have fun as we drink
All the misery away
Got a thousand hundred questions on my mind
Just called being young
I don't wanna use my one lifeline i don't

dark night 
Comes light 
Rest assure

I’m in the booth 
Spitting truth from the core
Hoping heaven got the finest decor
And all my faith restored
Until

What’s a vision that ain’t followed by a task?
What’s a question that nobody ever asked?
Any time you check the clock it ain’t the future or the past 
It’s

Was it just a habit?
Was it just a habit?

Verse 1

We could have had it all
But you reject it
All my time for you
Just got neglected
It’s like we’re

time it pass by
I introduce you my defense mechanism
And I got so bored of talking to the stars
I hid myself away from everyone
Whenever thing ain't

Falling

I ask the questions thinking how to find some relief some times we blinded by the Sunshine at the peak mountain tops ocean views catch me feeling

Yo 303FRANK man

I ain't asking no questions I only provide you with facts
You can stack it yourself homie call it Mind craft
Free energy intuition

Even though I refuse to be a pessimist,

 

(Verse 2)

It’s poetry, they got nukes and so do we,

On dial like a rotary, destruction totally,

smiling
But don’t be sold by how it seems
The only time that I feel this joy
Is when I’m chasing unfathomed dreams

Heard you’re getting your, high hopes
In

in its nature my last
Breath shall be accompanied by my last step
Snip the thread of my life, as I end it in this scary night

Multiple shots scatter

Maybe stop?
I just clarified some moments of the common sense
And I feel so sorry that I had to do so
But if you've got questions
I ain't gonna answer

prosperity and success
Trying to fit within a world on the edge got me thinking death
(Break Free)

Shout to what I don't know about, or yet have no shot

older
Picking me is like finding yourself a four clover
Could go on and on and tell you what I bring to the table
I got some questions
Do you think that

Yeah i got another One here homie Check it out
Make you have no Questions without Reasonable doubt

And if you start to Wonder
Why you go and Listen

did you do to
I got more questions but I hold em back cus
What I would hear if I would ask em
Would not be pleasant, might once again
Have my heart

I feel sick with familiarity
Can't you see these trivialities?
Every Jack and Jill in the rumour mill
Every side-eye by the sea

Don't you crave

Why do anything
To our culture
Like we no supposed to 
Turn savage 
In a room full of vultures 
I keep on asking 
But its like my questions
Never get

The manic oppression
Exerted by the depression
It's making me fucking question
My sanity, shit I reckon
It’s why I can’t sleep at night
Because the voices

mean by foreign
My weed will leave you snoring
It ain't green it's purple pink and orange
I'm fucking crazy sneak up on me hear the reaper calling
Always