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of butterfly wings.
Impaling herself in the equation.
She’s the burst of a simulation,
The branches matted of the tree
Diagram, The probability
Of a sure
touched your skin, I was back again in the spectral night
Lay out those old photos on your bed and ask them why
and diagram your family tree but leave me
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
could diagram on a napkin
So you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately
Publicly your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split
math, the Hell's Wind Staff
Watch the eight diagram strike the diaphragm
Pierced lung minute from tongue double-edged
sound the drum, here I
floatinâ inches off the swamp,
Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye.
Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
Track gets cold in the thick wind
The track gets cold in the thick wind
Gotta lap these hoes if you wanna win
I unpack tree's soul on a quick whim
orchard, count 1, 2, 3
Spin that plant around you got a third whirled cunt tree
That's right, consider yourself warned
I'm offensive and creative like
Go to a
Vagina orchard, count 1, 2, 3
Spin that plant around you got a third whirled cunt tree
That's right, consider yourself warned
I'm offensive
diagrams
There’s no Rorschach test to see if you might be saner than I think I am
There’s no secrets in the cellar
There’s no stories left to tell her
a spark
Igniting my passion fasting praying asking
How can I quell the war
Let me start from the base
Then create a floor
Diagrams on my diaphragm pointing
Finding no measurement of Your heart
No comparison, illustration
Diagram I can chart
Your love is eternal
You gave it all it's no fable
It's a gift
your speaker game up
This thang is made to shake the sidewalk, rattle rattle
Dirt road, tree line, residential complex, I ain't playing, I ain't buying
off the frying pan
Ya frying man
Off the charts
Fuck up a diagram diaphragm
No torso ripped limbs
Left in the crossroads
Strong arsenal
Black market
I saw myself in summer
22 yellow roses bright beside
Right behind you
I took the bells from under the tree
And quickly fell for the song you sang
on the neck
Ice cubes and sun screen, what happens next
Bluejays in the summer snow
Diagrams forming inside the dust
Sunbeams through tree limbs fall where
things lost to history
Megalithic arches buried in sand
it's not that bad unless I let it get to me
another blueprint to see
diagram drafted from memory
never get it so they better be patient
Nahm sayin, I'm under the tree
I'm gifted like Santa, they treat me like Satan
Bet, the enemy never feel us
jump like a trampoline got the strap and a backpack packed with tree/ fill my blunt up with gasoline hit the blunt hit the trunk with that packaging/
under the staff;
Or get burned like Betty Shabaz and I will laugh
Demons at dimensional doorways come through this
But I will have you hanging from a tree
a lamb
And when we make love I'll picture titty humping
which looks like a Venn Diagram
Ewww, this isn't dope I feel like I'm pissing Scope
Lamby's
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