Lyrics:
snowball fights
And find your way back home
So you can warm your bones
With hot chocolate and an open fire
Until then we'll have to settle for
A Virtual
We want the truth
and nothing but our absolute truth.
We see the libraries filled with guns
and we normalize these man of good.
We're used to murders
Sitting at the old kitchen table
Peace and health and dreams
Stretching out in the darkness
Mother's up the stairs with her ageing new boyfriend
in the library checking out new books
Till today I never turned my back on books
Cause I know knowledge is bliss
My mind brighter than blings
Am not
We’re all addicted
Instant gratification
Existential crisis
On the verge of an explanation
Body here at work mind always on vacation
Virtual reality
the precious keys to your virtual reality
Goodbye, farewell
Goodbye, farewell
Somewhere so bright and clear in a universe far away from here
Stepping stones,
health matter
Shit la meri cigarette
Bro health matters shit
F*** meri cigarette
Gaane sunta
Toh tu mera hommi
Loyalty bro own me or show
Fuck religion
We
formal deeds
Abigail often read in the White House library
Jane didn't want Franklin to seek the presidency
Mary Lincoln spent too much on her redecorating
because these fancy bitches
Got a closet full of kung-fu flicks and nasty pictures
A library to decipher anything religious
He beg for mercy, we pray for
P.U.G cah everything's censored to eyes
Charge those cries
Virtual deep breath will be remembered
Not a pussio so I'll leave u a mention
Shame is free
Red
In spite of my nature boy
Thrust in most contexts
I'm very interested in virtual
Reality and the
Idea of making the imagination explicate
ever written by the government with its
Arbitrary library, filled with colorful laws
Retarded bullshit used to circumvent and fucking withdraw
All common
virtual, oh not at all
Go bye to your mouth
Stretching something to say
Fumbling around in the dark
As your hypnotist waves
You're towards a throne
virtual, oh not at all
Go bye to your mouth
Stretching something to say
Fumbling around in the dark
As your hypnotist waves
You're towards a throne
stop
College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop
And all I ask in life's for you to be careful
Stay focused, take care of your health
Have kids
the schedule check off to wallow and pityin'
Sit and screen for their health
And I'm not feedin' myself
Nobody gas me up
I keep the beans on the shelf
Keep
Insert card number first
Consider our corporate health
Best to your virtual virtue and worst
To your virtual currency wealth
Now you're a follower
Virtual memories
Hoverin' around the families
Ram my head against the virtual machine
Virtuoso
Next to the boom bap dynamite
S tier bonafide style
what's in my pocket
Watch my mental health sky rocket
PLUTOPIA iconic
I deserve it, I got it
I got it, I deserve it, I got it
I got it, I got it
I deserve
Clippings from the newspaper of murders my library
Sometimes I get a urge to walk inside a cemetery
I looked into a mirror seen a rope around my neck
I
For my bride
Thought my life
Would be right
Took her bowling
Got her high
Got myself a showgirl bride
Took a job on the side
In a health shop
Keeps
glum
Dadou's voice echoes, calling you back
To a life of health and vigor, off the unhealthy track
A digital world where connections impose
Aye this for all the times they tried to count me out
I'm finna turn up now
I just sit by myself
I'm focused on my health
Cause you can figure that
For my bride
Thought my life
Would be right
Took her bowling
Got her high
Got myself a showgirl bride
Took a job on the side
In a health shop
Keeps
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