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Melodies
And tell him I need my organs
For the worms in the casket
Ewe that sounds drastic
Like a room full of pads
And a bed with no mattress
Shirt wrapped

me a fortune
Messing with me ima play with your organ
I got so much freaks big hands so ima slap those cheeks
Told that girl you better squeeze cause

I took a break from the present to revisit the past
Can't see the future 'cause my vision is bad
This life's a limited task
Was thinking patience now

It's Pitch black but my mind glows 
Had Visions and views from where astronauts go (The moon)  
Somewhere in Wyoming I found god I was on the road

to bone
To organs to blood to proteins to the hole
And within to infinity where I
Lose and lose and lose and lose
I want to reach the bottom
But I'll never

approach me now
I'll take you for a whirl

I found a man who likes Heaven 17
And now we share a bed
But even with his arms around mine
There's visions in my

Man, the vision is so large
I have no idea how I'm gonna get to, where I need to be
But I know imma get there
So I'm asking
Do you believe, that we

I ain't the one
Got these visions of myself with the gun
Running out of words, drying out in the sun
How can I have dreams if I remember none?
Staying

Petroleum
Your mood organ in the corner hums, just buzzing and patrolling them
All your primal and primarily sanctimonious emotions
Which leave you only

ain't a looking back knew yo ass had a motive
If It was a problem you would know cause I'm giving a notice
I get tunnel vision with that bag I swear I

changing the channel
Those who prey are normally feed the Archon
May the grace propose to your kidneys
Married to your organs in the church
Pastas get

side just keeps on attracting us
I tried not to listen
Hindsight all these visions
Looking past the looking glasses 'cause it
Shattered in my hand

20 20 20 20 20 vision
When I pull up better listen
I will never fail the mission 
And if  you acting up
Imma look at you sideways 
Debo your limbs

it's Friday
I just got paid and the bills ain't late
That's some black super hero shit where's my cape
Ain't no x-ray vision but it's food in the kitchen

the severed heads as the artefacts
Bitch when you turned up
I'm burnt up
My visions diabolical creating this urgency
Call me an asshole i'll openly admit
It is

Don't fear the motherfucking New world order
Cock suckers dismembered Choking on organs 
"Iny mini miny mo" Trump Supporters 
The sounds of being

the pen
My brain is a muscle, no longer an organ
Some of these rappers more square than 4 right turns
A villain with super powers yea they call me bright

Step up to the plate and watch the body dissolve
What's the organs like
Purple pedestals in the distance if I live the life
Not to be the bride
We

one night of a dreamless slumber
The dreams don't return, and nor does the novice
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You blink and you'll miss it, while our vision is omniscient
I'll

me bitch I really need to see
I cant fuck with shawty when im sober
She just wanna come top me like come over
My 50 clip will leave you a organ doner

itch
Im itching
Twitching
Itching
Twitching
Itching
Livid, vision vivid ceiling fan spinning
Wrist splitting im itching for a bitch to rip open
Till

the time for no snitching
Feel like supreme
Do not fuck up my vision

When I be aiming
I shoot with precision
Black in all white
Do you feel the division?

picture still clear, vision just distorted
I've been working, moving weight like I'm not failing on my organs, y mi madre, and my classes
Team thicker than

the clouds
It's in the trees
It's on the moon
360 degrees
It's in your mind when you're off the green
You must be fried if that's what you're seeing

Vision