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Frida Kahlo
Frida (Yeah)
Sometimes I'm stuck in my ways (Hey)
I'm stuck in my way
Get hit with the (hit with the)
Hit the erase
Sometimes I think when I die
Imma be replaced
Flood my ears with these soundwaves
To get out my brain
I'm stubborn, Okay
Just let me repeat like I'm stuck in a cave
Uh, sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my mind
But my soul in a sister location
Or stuck in transportation
Like my intuition on the way but
Two hours late to the daily congregation
There was a traffic jam, spread across
The bread of the I-80
You surprised I made it
You'd of thought with me
Steering, even if the weather Clear
I'd still be hydroplanin'
And my emotion be imitating
What I gauge, what I gaze
So for God's sake, Imma pull the Plug
On my lake
And pour out the purpose
Into these beats, these tracks, These hitting
Harder than a gavel in a court case
Hit so hard you wonder if you ever coming back
Hit out the atmosphere
My bad, I didn't mean to do that
So I wonder, when you get up
After landing will you still be Intact (in fact)
Uh
Some lines, sometimes I forget When I record
Sublime, when I feel like
A diamond, I'm an ore
But these demons like some miners
Always picking at it more
And they won't let wounds heal
So they peelin my scabs with a Picaxe of course
But a timer is the only thing That pushing me forward
What keeps me sane
Is patience
And the fact I wrote it all down luckily
I either re-do a track (run it back)
Or re-up and run a tab with my soul's wallet
And empty out the contents of it Subtly
And I would never share
No ganja with an enemy, no
Joint custody
And my mantra is my pain
Pain is what I swallow
Pain is how it follows
Pain'll leave it hollow way into Tomorrow
So I'm heading back to ask my Soul
What's left of it to borrow
So I'm heading this letter with a P.S.
Instead of at the bottom, cus I Know
You won't read what follows
Your too impatient (for real)
I think our relations is too Surreal
And using words, I'll try
To paint a picture Frida Kahlo
(And Uh, I grew up in West LA Skate-boarding and, I was 100% Dedication, 14% Skill)

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