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Living on the fringe of cringe that I ingest
Taking in the sun with gin till I'm a mess
Tanned with the tinge of burnt orange
Singed on the back of my neck, we grin
While we swim in sin, not knowing what motivates
The shit that we're in, but I digress

Starving to reflect and compress
Beginning to sift with the shit digest
Like a compost bin I guess
My ego and me walking down this road that we're in
Oh yes, 2 a breast
I am blessed with the defects
Living is to suppress out the chest in a mess of messages
Bombarded from above, YES

Tubbz you seem real stressed
And we share the same head
But we're not there yet
Miles to go can't rest
I think we're lost out there
In the desert of nightmares
Where the f*ck do we go next, uh

Thoughts fading in the shades
Made in the grave
I'm not impressed
Like a raided treasure chest,
I'm investing my time instead
I'm not wasting energy when I'm on empty
Fucking rage suppressed

I could not care less when I hear the echoes in my room, room
Bouncing out like boom, boom
Vibrating this cocoon, unlocking this tomb
Evolving from this shit when I make tunes in the gloom
Boarded up in my room
I assume that dying right now
Would be just too motherfucking soon

I do not know what I'm thinking
When I'm putting ink, on a flow
Though when I'm tired and I'm sinking
Sinking back on the beat like a yo-yo
Feeling shit majestically
When I sip, never slipping
Illing shit when I spit
Keeping cool I admit
Keeping fit when I'm doing this shit religiously

Gliding past shit just gracefully
Like I'm on an ice skating rink
Spitting cold flows
make your balls old and shrink

I do not know what I'm thinking
I do not think when I'm drinking
I do not see when I'm blinking
Lights are bright and now I'm squinting

Gonna walk for now, I'm sprinting
Bustin' out my leg, trippin up instead
Bustin' out my head, waitin' till I get fed

And now I'm feeding on this old road, though
Taking the time to eat it slow, bro
Everybody knows hoe, gotta go with the flow, pro
And reset the show
when you got the seeds to sow
Before you watch the motherfuckers fucking grow, whoa

But I digress

Living on the fringe of cringe that I ingest
Taking in the sun with gin till I'm a mess
Tanned with the tinge of burnt orange
Singed on the back of my neck, we grin
While we swim in sin, not knowing what motivates
The shit that we're in, but I digress

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