Lyrics:
college
Saw a pair of rebel flags
I'm not being parabolic
Parent-teacher conference
They weren't okay with my swag
Wеar the Malcolm X t-shirt with
The AK
under veils)
Faces - under veils
Mentals are in vials
My dee agnosis
Is your (Oh, My)
Venomous taste's on my lips
Like a parabolic drop in my veins
Tear
One Friday afternoon after a particularly long and meeting-filled, week they loaded up the SUV with their fleece pullovers and parabolics and headed
the nearest college
Saw a pair of rebel flags, I'm not being parabolic
Parent-teacher conference, they weren't okay with my swag
Wear the Malcolm X t-shirt
Thats when the Rocket throttle
LETS FUCKING GO
I been HODLing this rocket
Getting ready to launch it
Shoot the stars and go
Parabolic
mmmmm
You can not
feeling from the parabolic thoughts now
I wish that you could understand
I wish that you could understand
Cause I'm out for the last time
Fought up but
share of view
Oh no
Sound is mere vibration
Parabolic strolls
First we acknowledge that we don't know anything
This burden now removed we can enjoy
a Mississippi River of shit to navigate
A parabolic mirror shining right into my face
I’m just a world of pain away, from a fabulous time
A year-long call
a Mississippi River of shit to navigate
A parabolic mirror shining right into my face
I’m just a world of pain away, from a fabulous time
A year-long call
a bottle of wine till I'm alcoholic
My life gives me a lesson, is it parabolic?
Family, friends, and members searching for my soul
They can't find it, reach
Tik-Tok, silver-jetting, parabolic rockets to the nuclear embryos
Daddy's little war-heads frolic in the fallout, smiling in the afterglow
(Uranium
Shine ye crystal stars so bright
All ye harmonized by love
Set in motion, moved by love
Con-cen-tri-ca-lly cycled
Perfect pa-ra-bo-lic soul
Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic
The poetry's like the poems and songs
Buried in our chest
It's all just a pointless equation
This parabolic conversation
Like two distinct lines
Never the twain shall meet
Never? No never
the optimism of the old,
Whose tribulation has become rosy.
My star could crest
Parabolic
Over the etched stream
And it's etching.
Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise:
Beauty, sleep, love, sadness.
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak
in our chest
And it's all just a pointless equation
This parabolic conversation
Like two distinct lines
Never the twain shall meet
Never? No never
Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise:
Beauty, sleep, love, sadness
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak
tossing caution into the wind
I'm embossed in Gaussian plots, but caught up lost in dividends
The cost of parabolic trends
I'm not qualified to quantify so
Paper man
Slave to his wage
Undervalued
Grossly underpaid
Grading the grey by shade
By parabolic digits he paints
By society's rules he's aligned
fathers
It's parabolic, and I am myopic
Seeing what I see
Packing up my whole life
Into a carry-on
They can carry on without me
Anyway
Red wine
away from me
Sunshine, season fall
Leaves are getting gold
Why that reminds me of you?
You're close towards my mind
I just saw your smile
parabolic line
mournful eyes around you
Life falls in a parabolic shadowed peace
no one'e left
existence fragile when I stand on
crystal visions over me
When the light
A parabolic curve upon a linear line
Resignation of the cusp of banality
Raging torrents of vehement nihilism
Hatred breeds in total disgust for
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