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think of that? (Won't you tell me what you think of that?) A little fruiting body buds under my skin A trauma to the system's all it needs to begin No,
of old Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold From the flesh and the bone To the ego decompose Man a speak of a teacher in the mold Fruiting bodies in
Thousand pointed stag, antlers shaking the trees Steps unseen, over me Leaving me to the raven's beak And so I'm a feast for fruiting bodies
with my dingalingaling Two two for the two ting tong ting two stonking Two's two Looks luking Fruits fruiting Sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I
the two ting tong ting two stonking Two's two Looks luking Fruits fruiting Sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling Root root
Two's two Looks luking Fruits fruiting Sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling Root root for the rooting Toot toot for
When I was a child they made me read Word-daggers of quiver and squirm Now in the stumbling dark I see I am A worm silently fruiting your garden
seeds of fruiting trees. A fiery revelation swallows paradise. Sweet dreams within your deep sleep, babe, but back to the task when the morning breaks.
cotton and corn The dirt under foot that was frozen is warm The seeds of hate fruiting can’t weather the storm Storm Storm Just look at us now, all silent
But not just anything it has to be worthy of recognition Ive been growing time has passed and I'm just fruiting with my senses All dogs go to heaven I'm
From the wear of the Sunni I bare all my fruiting Aware of the cooties from women That's a parable to me What's terrible to me Is that Kobe Bryant's
Like a flower blooming at the wrong time Like coming too early with a new lover Hyphae swells with unprecedented rains But the fruiting body's too
shooting for free Remember when no one was rooting for me? The berries are ripe And I'm fruiting the tree, yea Breakdown, yea Place that ceiling watch me
Mycelium Mycelium The fungus among us Mycelium Mycelium Mycelium Mycelium Mycelium Fungi Mycelium Mycelium Mycelium Mycelium The fungus among us Fruiting
Thinking about your momma wonna skirt off in a coup Wonna cut your neck tie and then u piss over the suit Truth jumping out the booth like who's fruiting up
manipulative kiss Onto her lips straight from Moscow The calming sensation of lust is fruiting a storm The night's turning red And I'm keeping my baby so warm
the image of a seed A symbol of growth Stability And hope A wonderful fruiting tree But as you approach it You fall on your knees No tree No shrub No roots
the blooming of humulus lupulus flower My veins are vines that are fruiting grapes that ain't so sour One I'm still up, two I'm going down, Three four five six
the bleachers we was on the field Haters talking bout me I'm just tryna chill If he fruiting then we knocking off his peel Designer my body bet that everything
drink it you'll see Like Me_____ with the visions of millions sharing hist-ory and their values to see You too____ Can open your eyes to the fruiting
to see the fruiting tree New grounds to sow my doubt of love Trust your mind, everglow Once before you need to know When worlds collide you see it clear
and lift up a small piece of rotting log: mushrooms, the fruiting body of the mycelium. You wonder at how large their connective root system might be
the earth, like fruiting body`s of fungi Fresh air is taken away no green life will be spared The first day they arose clemency was killed, ... slowly Like
something stupid On and on about not losing Look around that shit not fruiting Not doing nothing ooh and Talking bout I got a new bitch I ain't worried I'm
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