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If I put this candle in an all-white gallery space
It looks like a piece of art
If I put it in a garage
It looks like a piece of trash
You know like

came from a foreign environment
Secondhand Bape, Supreme and Gallery Department
Anything to feel less harmless
Adderall dealers, carryin' 'round guns

starting to see me finally

A gallery of paintings new and paintings old
I guess it's no surprise that I'm no Michelangelo
Every layer of mine hides

Eyes lidded pouring floods of vision to the top of skulls, seeking flight in rhythmic ritual of orgasmic accord
Gallery of absorption static in composed

kind baby, me I never see
Me I never see wallahi
She fine pass the girls for my gallery
For my gallery, round the world
She like good design, Gucci fendi

Every wound, a testament, every trial faced,
A soul unbroken, with fortitude encased.

A survivor by default, a rare design,
A testament of strength,

Gallery Virgil its down to my feet
My own design on my tee all of my guys on time and we Td
I never run but I flee  blue hundreds what I see
He had the wave

Everything I need can be found
On the road and then in hand
I'm on my way
Sounds so sweet
Water flows beneath my feet
A preview of the great design
From this

I took a walk
On down your darkened street
Heard lots of talk
Outside your gallery
I paid my fare
Awed by your design
You ain't nowhere
That I could

to contrive
To decorate your frame of mind
But patterns come out of the royal blue
Renovating all your rooms
With wrongs and rhymes

Waking up in the gallery

another home
A place that they can stay
Fixed by the raw designs, she defines
By the heart of adventure
Galleries of hazel-eyed monkey friends
We scream out

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of your indifference, I stand,
A silent whisper in the shifting sand.
In the gallery of your gaze, I'm unseen,
A love

DVD: 
Fuck a feature
I'm the feature presentation 
Watch the previews
If your needin' all the same shit 
Think these leaders need some people

A symphony that puts my soul at ease
Every fear, every fight
Every wrong that we make right
In the gallery of our past
You're the masterpiece that will last

a love so immense,
In your embrace, (I find my art,)
But it’s tearing me apart.

Chorus
Devil’s muse, your beauty’s my design,
A tormenting masterpiece,

on the court like Kobe in his prime
My style, plus your style a new design
Why did you resign
I thought you were my girlfriend
But now your switching sides
I

mayonnaise
Guess there's no accounting for taste

Opening night at my gallery show
"A Personal History of My Runny Nose"
A towering achievement in

you pose for me
Only glowing up so that insta see
Go make plans for your story
Travel to Milan for your own gallery
She buggin' when I frame my French

I took a walk
On down your darkened street
Heard lots of talk
Outside your gallery
I paid my fare
Awed by your design
You ain't nowhere
That I could

your gallery.
I try to run but you swear I’ll break

So you mold me into whatever you want.
You shape me into everything I’m not.
Sit still and look

pale digital breath
Amongst the gallery of life and death
Placing objects in a paper bag
Bits for a frivolous spend

Who needs another
Mouth pining for

Wretched complex
Gallery of horror
Twisted acts conducted
Experiments in death

Human rights
Have been denied
Without mercy
Without remorse

Dear ex friend how are you?

I'm picking up pieces
Trapped in the limelight
Lost the controller to my
Photo gallery
I'm picking up labels
Find them in

and changes
Instant season captures beauty
Even more evolution galleries
Shop all jewelry of course
No applicable pacific northwest
Please enable depressing