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Said you don’t need my love
Can’t you make it on your own?

you are so confused
hang me on your muse
you are so confused
hang me on your muse

Slammed

To understand you're not a man for me 
I am done 
What took me so long 
To understand you're not a man for me 

I've been sleepless 
Inspired by you, my muse 
No

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać
Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experiment
The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experience
I know it when I feel it

I see the grass

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was

You got some news
But everything
That you say is all reused
All all reused
And my muse
Is a fake cigarette
And your fake news on the loop
Your fake

It's cll cbout The Music by Morning Routine

Verse 1

I've been all around the world I'll tell you
I've sailed all the oceans, painted em' blue
I'm

Wish I could see your face
Wish I could I feel your waist
Wish you were on my side
Wish you were by my side
One day we gon see each other
Even if

Promises only lead to let down
Agreements bound by senseless minds
Pain is felt through the ties of blind compassion
Resolution does not exist
We are

the bank, bank on it
Royalty time we thank each other
Arrogant photo's we tear it down
Bang them on billboards to skane
Streets imagine, business of rap
You

It's just morning time, I just woke up, I'm sippin' dro
Money by the boat, with bitches ridin' slow

With bitches taking photos, I wish you was your bro

know that
Photos of you remind me of home like a throwback
Empty bottles baby, empty out the room
Done with that bravado baby, hope you seeing through

I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck

Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view
I want to show you all the tricks that I can do
Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view

Now it's getting louder
Time and time and again I
Broke down
Fooled by the wind
I'm just as bad as you

So maybe I'm a masochist
I'm delicate
I found

I'm not here for the clout said I'm here for the promo
I'm not here for the hoes not here for the dough no
Give a fuck about the photos
I ain't do it

feds raccin up intel on everything niggaz doin taking pictures like a photo shoot just pay attention claiming you been thru the fire I aint seen you

Make me your photo memory
Make me your one last apology
I won't ever let this go
I want you to always know

So tell me what this is
And are you

even threw out your photos 
I used to think that I need you now 
I can tell that you're see through
Said that you love me you lied (Why)
Did everything

up, in the clouds
My mind's up, in the clouds
Our photos, in the cloud in the cloud in the cloud
Yea my hands up, in the clouds
My mind's up, in

Been lookin’ at you, you been lookin’ at me like I’m looking in a photo (photo)
Is it rum and the juice that’d be playing hand in hand in a cup with

the summer breeze
Photos of her in a bikini
Shes the only one that got me simping (simping)

Instagram Girl shes all I need
Step by step 내게 다가와
Shes the only