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reside
Between the garbage piles
I'm going down

I'm attracted to the broken, to the tainted, to the dark
Embracing every failure, every damage, every mark

killing, I got no more feeling, I pop a few percy's maybe I get healing
Not feeling alive, not feeling I'm dwelling
On shit that we had, Hell feels like it's

that we're the slaves
Behold the final breath
There're no more ways to cheat on death

Burning, killing, cutting
We are spreading a disease
Dwelling

Replace a pile of shit
With a more glittery pile of shit
Keep telling yourself you're
A different person
But you're still the same bitch
Cus I've

different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes
The pile, the higness, the pitiful lows
That keeps a major player like me up

propelling
but dwelling, deep in your skull
My rhyme shines, and yours is dull
like dirt, it hurt to be wacker
But instead, I'll grab a big stack of
wack

It'll be worse than being a pile of gore

Lost in desire 
I'm so fucking tired
Bitch it's hard to maintain
Playing catch up with  my brain
While

Whilst you're panicking for what
I be burning through the funk
Dwelling upon thoughts leads to what?
See you'll never see

Planning too far ahead

through the air
Spilling klapps and äting kôrv

Crash down the chimney
Exploding through the fireplace
Reindeers and klapps in a pile of mush
A cylinder

And the stones have no age
Breaking my fall
A pile skeletal
I see it up ahead
The dwelling of the dead

And now we stand at the black gate
What lies beyond, it

them out and pass all my notes over to her desk
I must confess
The pile gets
My ego stressed
Sorrow and apologies can’t erase what we’ve done
Even if we

Nothing can compare with the madness I possess
Fucking dwelling in my head that seems to never rest!
Cuz I hate to leave a witness who will try to get away

spin on my propeller
I'm not buying what you're selling 
Cellar ceiling where you're dwelling 
Seldom I'm not more compelling 
You just swelling when I'm

already know, I already know
And I'm feeling ashamed to say it
I'm dwelling on it, I obsess about it
Another episode I'm not enough for you
You know that

they astonish
The bars filled with Knowledge
For the progress
We seeking it all
We Learn from the fall
We came from above
Now we Dwelling below
The heart

I've been seeing these signs for a while
I'll push them to the back of my mind and make a little pile
Of all the things that you've done
That

style
And I get wild
Chop trees
On the table
Got a big pile
Pothead
Because that's my choice
How I get down
Dark Lord out of
The SA TOWN
Where they bust

proud
Don't think I'm better, I'm just dwelling up above the clouds
Clout is longer than the nile and louder than a pile of Mary
Jane is plain

That one day at the cafe 
You probably don’t remember but that’s okay
Swimming in the future dwelling in the past
Sitting here trying to have a laugh

bruh
Call me Batistuta
And I'm dwelling in yo dreams nigga, Freddy Kruger (Kruger)
Then imma hit 'em with the chainsaw, Tobe Hooper (Hooper)
Y'all

portrayed
I'm a monster to some
The minds easy to sculpt
And the day I walk away all of these memories are just a pile of shit
Shoved into a shoebox

I'm

Clips in the ash tray
Send my blessing up to god until my last day
Ain't no time for dwelling on the past days
Road to riches started off a stray

Dwelling on the thought of never being poor again
Then i put my heart on push start like a lambo

Put my name on the charts, as i stand alone
Like godsmack

no creed, it's all a game
The money, dog pile, bet amine say the same
She pull up, make her climb in through my window, novacane
We bump and clash