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Far too often I'm hearing pack your bags leave
I feel more at home in the back seat of taxis
I'm so sick I, swear I'm gonna ach heave
These people full of shit, their the bag after Maccies
Mum said don't play with your food, I'm tryna stack peas
So I guess it's crunch time now like I've had a bad dream
Come to set the benchmark too
See what the plaque reads
The all time greatest trapeze act couldn't catch these
Decapitating anyone to pull a head
If you wanna be friends now then you shoulda said
I'll exist on my own like I'm the colour red
Cos I know that's what you seeing when I do my best
Harnessing my mind, body, spirit
Making ladders with the bars to set my own so high that nobodies near it
I argue in the mirror almost every day
You just won't turn into someone if you're not steering
Despite the careful choices still got things that I regret
All these voices in my temple got me manically depressed
I'm annoyed it's kinda stressful wish that I could get some rest
Crazy thoughts that I just wrestle
Is it best that I was
Or is it best that I was
Doing my best
To keep my natwest out of minus 
But I'm
Pulling back this curtain and you're still blind
Lost my patience with the people who are tryna dull my brightness
Too far gone when it comes to wisdom
I've been sitting back for far too long, like I'm at the dentist
Apprehensive, my own worst super villain
Life can be sweet, sometimes it too fulfilling
Looking out the window an am thinking this isn't pleasant
But making this is playing spot the difference with heaven
I've got a gem hanging round my neck who isn't dependent
An I've gift wrapped my house so I can live in the present 
I feel the impact of doubt man I swear its attacking me
A thorn in my side but it could be a tack in me 
I was fallin' autumn-atically, but negative thoughts leave cos their all imaginary
Still on my toes till my ligaments fold
I'm Ripping joints on my own, you coulda sworn there's a ghost
I make P I know, you can tell by the notes
An if I say I'm hitting keys, my nose isn't involved

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