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Hi, I'm Daniel Keplin
Most people won't ever comprehend with My
Struggle's importance and people will never
Fully understand it except for me
I feel

Strange and Unproductive Thinking

David Lynch

Crazy Clown Time

2011

and that thought alone is one
Which troubles many of us here who have for so long held the light up on
The words which brought meaning to us concerning

Singin' my fears
Why are you here
The Native Americans would say
You have a message for me this day
Be kind, be kind, I'm tryin' to change my mind
I'll be

thought pro-boy was the same
Thing
Ain't got a homanoid, they say I'm tryna rehab, but I don't need therapy

Thinkin' people, they just be jealous of me

singing the same songs
Who really hot? the algorithm and silly bots
You pray for ya haters, I rather send 'em a milli shots
Thought I was mature but I'm

thoughts are real/people are sick these days 

[Hook 1x:] 

Yeah suicidal thoughts are real/people are really sick/less therapy more death rates/we need more

for fucking with me
You are now fucking with ALLBLACK and The Play Runners Association

Probably need some therapy but I can't never find time (I can't never)
Lookin' for some clarity but it ain't been a kind climb
Judge tryin' act like I was

the thermostat
Republican, democrat, diplomat
Understand we can never get it back.
Ego-mythomaniacs, killing off the population
You're all guilty by association

Uh uh uh

I been uncertain about some things happening
I got a knack for playin devil's advocate
I know they hatin my name gettin bigger
I get top

(You know I do it for the love of the art, this that musical poetry/artistic therapy)
I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon

a couple rings
Ran away for about a week
I made her a promise
I'll keep it a hunnit
We both in therapy
She know I'mma keep it a G
So long as she screamin my

crack, I can't erase it
If I could, would not replace it
Grew up all alone
Had to teach myself to tie my laces
What's the deal?
I'ma play the field

to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice

was the time
Growing meadow view
Fields on fields in fields corn grow
Living in Ohio
Out in the get to
514 fucked me more
Can't ever get the thought

of doubting
That this could ever be anything
Picket fencing, but I'm just venting
So this the second side of therapy
Ain't nobody there for me
Staring

suffrage
Or Jim Crow, the KKK american terrorism
Murders and beatings on television
It's in the cells now
You thought that was yesterday?
But the compression

fault
Just pick up, stop declining my calls
Nowadays I repent for my wrongs
And sometimes I think that I need therapy
That's why I start recording these

sipping a bottle of NyQuil
(Sip, sip)
I done been lost, I'm wondering why I fight still
(For real)
Got me lost as hell, way out in right field
I wrote this

for me
I hope they come for me
Rather be alone
Then with bad company
I swear I'll write these songs for me
It's just my therapy
It's just my therapy

of comfort
In this sedative and yawn
First they come and then they go
Leave me dry and begging for a cure
Captivation self destruction
Beating at this thought

Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman
I be jumping out the gym
These niggas thought that i was stopping
I was going hard in that field
I usually bust head on my

And live the commercial
Toss back lagers for therapy
Burns my soul
I see my life going down the rabbit hole
I wish our goals didn't assault the globe
For all

thought about it constantly
Yeah, when in therapy I took the dog with me, just for the company
We knew each other's needs
Well, it must have been her