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ROLLOVER
Written by Ger Madden

Move on over
Don’t play dead
I’m coming through
Go get Lost
Say bye bye
To things you’ve said
No I haven’t
Forgotten

It's nightfall & I'm lost in the bewildered roads
That never wanted to reach her
Lost in the empty hills from attrition
With the night owls scanning

on cancer
It made her a dancer
She showed me her manners
Don't fuck with semantics
Antics
Wish all my demons would vanish
Damaged
Couldn't be fixed by

SOME MENTAL NUTRITION SACRED LIKE ITS RELIGION

BOSSED UP COMMISSION BACK YOU DOWN ATTRITION KNOCK YOU OFF MAGICIAN JUST GIVE UP SUBMISSION IM SO STYLISH

of torment echo within
Muted by the pleasure of sin
Shades of grey reflect in your eyes
Only in death will you be satisfied

Rotting vessel of sickness

creating new incentives
I am shameful and ecstatic at the same time
I'm paradoxically inspired by the same rhymes
I'm dropping dollars on dinner like this is

it
Battling algorithms, it's a war of attrition I'ma keep on spitting
Applying pressure on competition, keeping the system glitching
I'ma walking

trying to stay afloat
I recognize the writing on the walls
What do I stand to gain
By standing up to your reign
I'm struggling to endure
I choose to ignore

They didn't pass the vote to stop the poaching
So let's not get smoked
And outlived by roaches
Amongst prying vultures
Don't buy roses
My minds intact

when you got a attitude
I cannot take you off Bad &  Bougie
She wanna break up, And leave me battered, bruised,
Friends chatter, flatter by the news

reprieved for
Spilled I'm allegedly the skeptic plant the C4

Biomes of attrition mixing compost for the harvest
In this climate you conform or you'll be

know from the score
Just how much attrition the foe can afford
Ammo is low, show me support
Plenty of scopes, we don’t need no more
"Medic can I get some

home by three
You pay a fee Juice hit for free
I'm running hoes in circles, they so dizzy
I don't give a fuck about niggas opinions just press the button

fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground

Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing

a recurring theme
The king of circumstance, the queens of day dream
A war of neglect, attrition and crime
Loyalty and loathing, walk a fine line

My body's

can glow and fly

Mesmerized by such tiny lights, circling information
Just had to make room in the jar for a new acquaintance
Rounding up fireflies,

at police
Fold em in the crease with the sheets
Wring his carcass of all the grease
Shits be clogging the arteries
Tie him up by his piggy feet
Relish in it

The water's getting hot and I'm lacking spine
Viciously attacked by the sunlight
Leaving me feeling like I could've died
Now she's beyond your signal
Jacking

Wait till we, wait till we
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Sold by chiefs to kings and queens, said to give 'em their crowns
Scared to teach their kids to swim

it's a style I do whatever he didn't
Whatever he hasn't whatever the fuck it don't matter
I rule win wars by attrition
Come at them like I missed them

A degrading position, let me stir from sleep in a bed that's mine
It's a war of attrition between the salty earth and the waxy sky

If only you could SORN your

this way
Attrition seems to be
The only thing we live and breathe
The only dream, the fantasy
The means to be a legacy
There is no strength in weak

when
Subject to forces that can sublate your organs
Gone full on cyborg teflon don
Stealing top secret technologies 
Driven by a new philosophy,

of so many
Lovelorn voices are
Crying out to be seen
Then ignored by everyone
Then when they realise nobody cares
They take everything out on themselves