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Batty crease
You mans on road
Please don’t make me crease
Since I was 6 said I was a prodigy
Charles and Ray Eames
Down to the sweaty jeans
Made by Saint

backflips
It doesn't help that I'm despised by the cool kids
But it help me figure out where the truth is
Besides this I always feel I'm at a crossroads,

White noise blares from the alarm clock on my nightstand
There is safety beneath the layers of blankets
That cover me and the hot coils beneath me

Rendezvous talks cause they're fluent in bawks

Don't you know I'm a government shill sent to infect your brain and swallow that pill
The bird are sending me

some texts
That I know I'll never get
I need to get to work
And lay another verse
I made it so far so I can not walk away
Keep on forward and I take

Crazy Diamond
Stakes higher than Yasuhiro
If you take a turn at versin' me
I'll send his body to the
Foundation of Verhal Murderees
Ever heard of me? when

away from all my friends until my fucking name's forgotten
My life feels staged and rockets
Coming from my brain to stop
The way I view terrains;

you need me,

I know where I'm going to,

Gonna take me there to you

nothing more to do

So far away from me

Something's comin' over me

So far away

little thoughts written plots bet your noticing
They let me creep in the shadows for too long uhhh
Now they want me back up in the songs uhhh
But I'm past

they're dead
And after their consumed they got my life

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
See I got me a job diggin as a grave digger
Who woulda figured my plans was much

I'm a soldier ready to embark with any involved
For life has proven time and again its faults
Can't take they laws
It's way beyond my weight control

monologue 

If I get into Heaven, 
Best believe all the angels’ll run away 
Because a person like me comes along 
And plucks the halo from their heads 
What

been washed away by the rain
Even that dog's got to play the game

Switched onto the radio candidates debate
I'll read it in the headlines cuz I'm coming

And I hope it's not the last straw
Cause nobody else has ever gotten me to open up that far
I know I got mad flaws
But would you walk away if you knew you

dead dreams in my hands, will I ever come true
They're slipping away
Without all these things will I be nothing but a hollow shell
Who is left I cannot

saturate in contamination

This lack of sanitation’s trash & has me aggravated

In retaliation I plan to have em eradicated


Hear em lace it, Hey!

Vocal

Let me get a Compton's Most Wanted geah
Take it back to Pangaea slicing up your Sunday 
I'll make you sweat Sangria
Still looking for my Pam Grier

by me
I'll quit hyping I see typing
You ain't got lyrics your trash on my ting
Making it dirty, they keepin' it clean
No I can't give em mercy, I'm