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Sandy porches
Wavy mornings
Come hold my hand let's walk down the sea
Juniper bedframe
Sun-baking daydream
Surfing on a red-stained canyon dune
Sit down in an open framework theatre
Showing pictures from 1922
Shaky frames, black and white panes around the curtain
Falling backwards on the screen, like our eyes in a deep sleep
Old sidewalk beat up and bruised
Weighed heavy by the recent news
Doom and gloom shape weather balloons
Spying on oceans, land and you
Watching the ships lay down to rest
Golden sunset hits the crest
Of their high masts rolled tightly up
Sink down there's no place left to run
Glass bottle, panoramic view
Shapes filter in and out askew
White flags brought to life by the breeze
Surrendering upon your knees
Get walking now, step closer in
The shock will reset your system
Fold overboard, wings feeling sore
Washing away, it's too late
Sit down in an open framework theatre
Showing pictures from 1922
Shaky frames, black and white panes around the curtain
Falling backwards on the screen, like our eyes in a deep sleep

Monday morning in a knocked up school
The only hold being jamming my locker
Guys let's face it I could do just fine
If I dropped out, hey it won't be a shocker
We've got castaway t-shirts
Clashing with underpaid teachers
Graying till the new girl whispers meet me by the bleachers
So I'm getting pretty hopeful, maybe less talk and more boastful
Thinking that the more you lie, the less I know
And if I listened better, I could catch you
Playing with my heart like a mental symptom
Shooting fireworks through my nervous system
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led
Talking out of turn in a crowded classroom
Making waterworks in my empty bedroom
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led
Tuesday morning in a dried out pool
The only hitch being meeting her daughter
Throwing ragers every week till June
Without a doubt would be testing the waters
Guess I'm dropping out of high school
Spinning like a mast in your whirlpool
Sinking in a sea of shipwrecks stuck Behind the Bleachers
So I'm getting pretty vocal, maybe more talk and less boastful
Thinking that the more you lie, the less I know
And if I listened better, I could catch you
Playing with my heart like a mental symptom
Shooting fireworks through my nervous system
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led
Walking out the door of a crowded classroom
Making waterworks in my empty bedroom
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led
Playing with my heart like a mental symptom
Shooting fireworks through my nervous system
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led
Walking out the door of a crowded classroom
Making waterworks in my empty bedroom
Drowning out the pain with a dance at cost
That she led

Blue skies, sand up to my thighs
Yeah, I'm buried deep, can't recognize
December ender of the year
It's Christmas fun and Christmas cheer but I
Feel numb at the sight of it
Another time of year, yeah the feelin' quit
Tokens amass at the malls for fits
Try on a couple layers when the seasons hit
Motion to the ocean where the north pole isn't frozen
I ain't got a new devotion, but the winter isn't cold and
Then I drown into the depths of the fear of being broken
As I wash away, the things I said this year
Holidays are here
Emotions are unclear
Happiness and cheer
Don't quite come this year
Mountains roll through my mind at night
I thought I missed the view, but I just missed the times
When I was a little younger, couple inches high
No idea how Santa did supply
Was it magic or a mental curse
A blockage straining draining me worse
The lights, the trees, the sounds
This warmth was all around
But days they turned to years, and now I know the system here
I had a strong suspicion that my merriment it would not last
Crumbled family in the past, see you last, meet the cast, have a blast, going fast, check cashed, forecast, flags half mast, did you really ask that?

Goddamnit men

This is young Conos i believe

Ben van Outer Space, ben van Outer Space
Ben van Outer Space, ben van Outer Space
Ben van Outer Space, ben van Outer Space
Ben van Outer Space

Ben van Outer Space, catch me high sometimes
Ben van een andere planeet, wie kent mij sometimes?
Als je me gaat zien, ga je me recognize?

Bloodsucking criminals and vultures circle round 
A royal gun salute to the comfort you once found 
Economic suicide 
There's nowhere left to hide 
Sticks and stones will break your bones but this will bury you in the ground 

Let's get high tonight 
We're really gonna die tonight 
Singing out our hearts tonight 
There's a riot to incite tonight 
Living in the modern age doesn't interest me no more 
Is there nothing left worth dying for 

Protesting innocence is now a punishable crime 
It's met with violence from a neon flashing sign 
They set off the atom bomb 
They say what's right and wrong 
The death rattle of the crown in the prime of its decline 

Let's get high tonight 
We're really gonna die tonight 
Singing out our hearts tonight 
There's a riot to incite tonight 
Living in the modern age doesn't interest me no more 
Is there nothing left worth dying for 

It's not too late 
It's not too late 

Social media's become a weapon (it's not too late)
Cashing in on the misery of the victims (it's not too late)
Patriotism's all the rage (it's not too late)
It's prevalent in middle age 
The apron's hanging burning at half mast (it's not too late)
It's not too late

It's in the system, always pulling me down
The money in warheads, the money in death 
It's time that good guys, survivors, start a chain reaction
There is nothing left for me

Let's get high tonight 
We're really gonna die tonight 
Singing out our hearts tonight 
There's a riot to incite tonight 
Living in the modern age doesn't interest me no more 
Is there nothing left worth dying for

Dagger in my heart like a death by poison dart
Where do I start
Cutting my losses I've got to be smart
This is going to be hard
No longer my sweetheart she lacks all the sweet & doubles the tart
Screaming into the mic tonight I'm starting to glisten
I just re-racked it and I'm back on it with a new track
We are all a part of this curved system
Go ahead now take the chance to listen

True love that's some tough luck
Get ready for the tough love

To her you are just another tax bracket
She wants perfection But in reality you're just another busted bracket
Running the racket wading through the madness
Only to climb the hill of deep sadness
So when you fail you always say damn I had this
Like a game of Mad Libs like McDonald's ribs
In fact it's just fake facts

I was a committed lifer she said yes to the wife part
That was only so she had rights to find me
Told me to mind her or she'd fine me
She called me bastard but expected me to call her master
I presented her with a one-of-a-kind diamond
She accepted it with no regerts
Only to revert and become a liar
She said I was in the wrong for trying to buy her
She said I could prove myself and give it all up with an all-nighter
Become Ultimate Fighter if I still wanted hire

She laughed at my Olive Branch and threw it in the fire

Treated me like I was beneath her but she wanted me to drop him please her
I was a fruit with plenty of juices she was rude and leaving me full of bruises
We used to think hell was being apart until life with her nearly f***** up my heart
Pleasing her was like diving in the water that's shallow
My name is Harry Potter and she's the Deathly Hallows
She's like black mold constantly suffering from a two-day cold
Wouldn't let me finish this sentence before I was sentenced
She was the Sensei I was a little Scentsy to be burned quickly

Highly sought-after she's a feature on most expensivest but when she shows up she's Jack Reacher with a hit list
I sincerely gave it my bestest she contaminated me like asbestos
You like to tell me but after the fact
Halting the fax
Telling me to relax
All the while altering the facts

I'm a hugger I was always quick to embrace her
She was bugging and had me bugged just in case I try to break her
Then she flipped the circuit breakers
Cried all the while while I focus on the lights in the fire I had to make her
Knowing I was allergic all the while you fed me detergent and droned on about the Lakers
High-and-mighty she's a Quaker
A big Banker
A big red sign that says danger
They should have named her hater
My name is Mister mistakeer
If I wasn't perfect on my first try she called me a f****** faker

Televangelist preacher to the richest
Gifted with unlimited reach but only favors the privilege
Edgy and uncivil my evil sigil pirate ship with the black mast
Twisting and turning on me ever so fast
This is not a life to last
Not much we can do about the past I wanted to outlast
But quickly turned outcast
Time to outrun in my speed boat fast
Looking up at me but talking down to me
Saying  me she trying to bait me so she can escape me right after she jail me
fucked up state that we be in
We used to roam free we even had to hook up on some free steaks
But now so many mistakes and one after another starting to break me
Each one taking a piece of me
Puzzled. 52 pieces I lay on the floor in a puddle
I'm befuddled
Her rage seems misplaced like the truly disgrace
Trying to be the loudest so that I scuttle back to my cage
My place of pain
Dagger in my heart like a death by poison dart

ScFUO

cll alone - stoic beats

I died at birth im inside purgatory just pour me im spinning in circles the fetal position is how i lay curled frame ur face cuz ur picture perfect im swept away man i can't fight the current



How come i'm sad and i don't want to proceed

How have we met and u still wanna know me

How come i'm so far from my dime and my dome piece

How we talk everyday and i'm still fucking lonely



0:37

Life is a bitch and this shit gon get better

But what if instead it just sit there and fester

Rotten meat cuz i got mad beef with my mindset imma pepper in some cayennes

Wanna slap cheeks but the ass me cuz i'm asmatic and got some really bad habits bite my tongue laugh at it on my own ship when i passed panic high up on that mast manic inna atlantic

I sunk paddle madly for my life pretty city for a pisces but it might be subconscious where my life be



Swimming past memories

I was 16 

Finally left alone i

Tried to stick my index thru my own eye

But the lid closed my

Fucking brain playing both sides of the coin toss



Finally i push off cuz i hate but enough reminiscing



Choking on gassamer pad colorado was a panic attack no a rebirth 



cnd a baby bitch spit up in free verse and he hates chinks too pawn a shitzu muzzled chink food



I got my tower picked out

If he ever try to do that type of shit again i'll make his teeth go thru his lip now



1:36

Being sober fucking hard for me i hardly see how i can be a functional adult without the cart or three

Cuz wheezy said i'm layered like lasagna where's the fucking g 

Throw up so much alcohol ull never see the carpet cleaned im sea sick head filled with fucking creases

Face an eighth of klonopin for feelings like i'm the shit

I'll be inside the penial system still be fucking peeing or pissing on a grave that in twenty years i'll be in





2:08

Life's a trip i've fucking seen it

Friends telling me i'm decent

c vacation with my bitch is her dad telling her he's leaving us

My skin keeps getting lighter guessing that my fucking lease is up

I done said that i'm the shit these chinks is fecal matter semen crust ladies



cnd i don't beef with other rappers cuz my own mind fucking hates me

But i'd tell them that i'm all fine with a clothes pin in my closed eye

Cuz to open up to loved ones is something i never did

cnd all the misprints in my genes is why i'll never have a kid



Cuz to open up to loved ones is something i never did

cnd all the holes and misprints in my genes is why i'll never have a kid



2:54

The smart chink or the dumb kid

cll the code switches getting cold in them

When i pulled back guess the bow hit em

But i get a little sentimental

Getting nosebleeds thru my fucking dental

Then my tooth chipped fragment shoot thru my loose lips 

cnd i'm mad seething where the noose is

But a big guy can't be temperamental

But it's hard for me 



It hardens me

I grab the wood and stack in three

Like jesus doing carpentry

Or break the bong like chong and cheech

Stoner not an addict right?

Star Trip

The Congress of Wonders

Hits from Outer Space

2002

KWIRK
Oh.

CHAPLAN
I?m afraid I get quite in mast in my role. Oops, there, I?ve spattered blood all over your tights.

KWIRK
Yech!

CHAPLAN
Don?

Star Trip

The Congress of Wonders

Revolting

KWIRK
Oh.

CHAPLAN
I?m afraid I get quite in mast in my role. Oops, there, I?ve spattered blood all over your tights.

KWIRK
Yech!

CHAPLAN
Don?