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child breathing through you
For you by you, the science of f.u.b.u ill creation
I'm still lying for that day I wake up
Out of this dream, see you kinectly

the youth some assistance
Down underground working in the trenches 
Until I'm bubbling above the surface just like i intended relentless
Im not asking for no

slumped in class, no worries bout' what I do
My mind was always foggy with no ideas what I'd be into
Inspired by the idols and the stories on how they blew

imma stay for good
Yeah, this one's for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these

I’m having homicidal urges
Visions of bloody money ain’t nothing funny
A serpent sliding under the surface
I purchase diamonds and guns
Splurging

that country's part of me yeah

No shirt, sun burnt
Smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents

been livin a life far from modest
Dressed in the stresses of this life
Clothed by pain 
Wearing the labels of my mistakes 
It's a mistake for you to even

lines, God had me promise him correspondence
Been complemented by lack of a dollar sign in my pocket
I'm opposite of the common, so I will not be forgotten

helpless, call me selfish
Call me dirty, call me careless, choose your preference
Fuck boy on the surface and nice guy underneath
But I think he's getting

I grow weary of the journey
Though I falter
Though I stumble
Challenged by life and it makes me humble
My soul take flight on the story when I slumber

thought I Would erect
Whatchu expect whatchu expect
I used to wanna die
Now I get high so I'm flying
In the sky just tryna get by
See I had a bitch Thought

something that the shadows can explain
Something so simple and so obvious that we forget
Behind the cloudy surface of it all, if we look up above
We'll see

to the surface of this paper.
when we mark our lives with anything but Grace
i find that truth is easy to efface.
for drowning in self-hate’s undertow
we’ve

By any little quip or joke
My ears blew smoke, we were overwhelmed by the stress
And expecting more, not less
I figured you thought I was giving my

Going Down

Watsky

X Infinity

the briny deep
A spelunker plunging in, 
hunkering down in between those puffy pink walls
Like a fallout bunker
And if never emerge to the surface don't

sticks for fun
Look at my verses, hooks are diverse, yeah hotter than a furnace, burnin' in a thermos
Unbound at the surface, deep down found my purpose,

I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too

[Verse 1]

Still haunted by the past, no credit for the present
Death would be

never showed
Unless it was needed for the most part it retreated
Deep within the martial arts exceeded
My pops showed me the secrets 
The surface and what

Focused on hate while our lives pass us by
Filled with revenge but still empty inside
Yes I cried
And felt guilty
Because many may agree that as a woman

not quite sure where to go from here
The days are passing by
And I'm losing time

Help me catch a break
Cause this smile's so hard to fake
I second

by the soul of fucking Satan 

Reason of absence?
Definitely not coked up or on absinthe
why do that when I'm blessed wit a bad bitch
Nah the real

A drowning person is not troubled by the rain... (rain)
So tell me what it means,
To be showering in your own pain, (pain)
Ain’t a simple question,

wi haffi feed di people and by these means wi ago free di people of mental restraints like greed and evil and then mek dem fly high like Evil Knievel

as dangerous
I'll push the narrative, you'd rather be more famous than rich
You'll never hit the lotto
You don't scratch the surface
Can't forget Mick
I'll make