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day
I'm not where I wanna be
I think my heart skipped a beat

I start my day off bag
Chasing right by Oglethorpe
Equipped to let that K off
Drag racing

the building blocks dead to fit in
Consolidated Edison, Addison Baker had them propelling in
Efforts the sky inflexible, genesis perceptual, artificial

the scene look suspended
In motion emotion, with soles(souls) worn through some hipsters showing unrequited devotion to
Artificial postiche, of a retro

colete tático
Na minha mão o cartão "buga" o caixa
ATUALIZAÇÂO DE CYBERWERE CONCLUÍDA, REINICIANDO
Em minhas veias "chrome"
Na minha pele Chrome Hearts

There’s no flower more beautiful
than one made to be lovely and kind.
An artificial bloom. Nothing’s really the truth,
lies constitute Antipathy

the field cus I’m really official 
Scope on the chopper it’s harder to miss u
My hearts in Atlanta my pockets in Brickell 
I row w my bro like we doing

Sterling silver oyas on my fingers and my wrists
Lemon twist in my kettle one with Sierra Mist
I don’t do artificial organic lemon Honest Fizz

They'll torture her soul
And they'll torment her heart
But won't change her mind

Would you like to see me
How I'll cut off
Her head life's a game

my heart is and I'm scared of it
Till they use scissors to open my shirt
I go to work, overworked in the business of holding a smirk
Private jokes

status
The phone apparatus seems to be my killer
Before the soundwaves slices my heart all of my insides tenses
All of my senses telling me the next flex

Put a stain on my heart, I can't forget you,


Nigga you don't know what I've been through,
My life a movie Nigga, this shit get suspenseful,
Wish I

Furthermore

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

a sawed off in the rifle closet 
I learn in against flickering images of artificial light, casting shadows 
Unto the imprints of all I touch leaving

touch is my favorite part
Fold it hand it over a la carte
I want to build an artificial heart

Skyscraper in my pocket
If you knew what's in my

a fucking hold of my mood
But now we fucking ran out of time
I guess lately you just been on my mind

Broken hearts, in, uhm
Boulevards, they, uhm
Left me

Saying it's the resource
Laces on the gaming floorboard
Cleaning bloody drawers
Do muddy on your own hearts
You said that when when when you find her will

We followed signs and artificial lines
For a tinted sky where the sun always shines
We're palm tree tall, close my eyes and I won't fall
My hands

on mariachi, bands never forgot me
Apples rotten, her heart to the core, and infecting my body
See through these hoes on my Itachi, eyes, she ain't even saw me

Diana with a bow, the protectress of all thieves
Steal beating hearts from chests, leave static on the screen
I live in frequencies where strange schools

how my heart bleeds
She was a commie with the tenacity of a whale
He hated thrifting so i knew that they would fail
But two years on they got a life

about money
No it ain't about money
But it's only the money
And we all need to gain
Now I'm feeling superficial
Niggas out here being artificial
Like

[Verse 1]
Mister made his bed, Mister He, yeah he just used his heart but went too far, he's in a coma now barely hangin' by a thread
Just like I

the dash, I do the zoom
Like blue eyes dragon, I'm a toon (Ah-ah)
Got a heart made of crystal
And a Moon Stick, ain't no pistol
Way I walk, make em whistle

to your life
Fuck out of my way
Artificial minds no longer entrance you
Swallow all your pride
And follow my hand
Fuck internal scripts
We will take our

scratch and she a squeezer
Now my baby rocking steady something like Aretha
Never gave away my heart I been nonchalant 
Ever since a toddler I was poppin