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Song Title: Good Luck Charm
Album: Our Chemistry is a Tightrope
Artist: Porcupine
Music and Lyrics by Casey Virock, Nick Roesler

I pulled the short

a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining

the pharisees stayed  away from  
Until Jesus came  and said them that  this is still my son ! 

I made an album but I cancelled it , climbed up to the  ladder ,

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

industry
All my gas exotic fuk is a dispensary
Man i know dem niggas pussy wasn't rlly Street
Tie em at his ankles
Have the car drag em by his feet
Yea
Bitch

Nightfall
Eyes closed
And I wishin' that my music would be known
I stall
Might go
And I waitin' for the album to be shown
Home
I'm home
In the studio

surrounded by blue
Happy tears are falling down my cheek when I'm with you
I'm dyeing, my hair blue for self-confidence, it is true
Even this album is blue
I

to the blank canvas
We don't need to do that no more
Open your eyes
See the real scandal
See through the lies
Covered by the tide

Reshape, reform your box
Time

alive bitch, I'm feelin' like we had a breakthrough
Me and myself, cause I'm just always tryin' to stay true
Tryin' to cook an album, make a couple great

when I nor take day drop since I day use am take learn
Ep when belike album
Cool ur chest like say na TomTom
Always nack beat raw Im never using a condom

the message of God, if you needed the proof, TAPE ONE's the Receipt
Bitch, is you feelin' it now?
I see you boppin' yo' head, by the end of the album you gon'

they be callin' me but I don't wanna catch a case (Yah)
From the album to the family time I got too much on my plate (Pop out)
But why do so many suckers

I start at the bottom, I'm loving the scraps
Got a whole meal on my back
Got a whole table, I'm eating off that
Got a whole album, you're feeling

Had to cop me a damn estate
Niggas can't see through me, through my eyes, lil' bitch
On the top, feel like Andrew Tate
Had to tell her, hold up, wait

albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

Religion of hypochondria
Long ago I converted
I close my eyes and the colors and shapes are extremely vivid
The internet says it's normal but I'm not really

dependent on the weather
Toxic smoke up in my lungs, I'll live forever

I'm lost in the streets, now I'm lost in a dream
I've been working on an album with

like
I know baby that you really want this
I can see it in your eye
I know that you told me that you got a man twice
But you done dressed on the third

don't be sorry just be better
I'm slicing all these bitches
Better call me master shredder
I keep an eye out for seleaner that's a cop out
These dirty

forks knives

Made em wait for my next album
Please don't press me
I've been writing down my bars
They think I'm texting
I got bored rapping
Onto the next

songs
Be talkin' on the gram And I would kill a nigga

Well, just to have a real dad I go by MILO, I hit a nigga
In the back, the hoe a pimp Witness

to the couch soon
Take a Valium
But I'm popping em by the mouthful
Got my head spinning
Like I'm stuck on an album
The rem sleep got me tempting
Got me venting

on tap all day, I be worried
My eyes so red i be lurkin
I geek to the moon, I get with the guys, I get with the birds
I tell her to pull up, when she pull

want to say you're right, I
I'm too scared to spend the night, why
Did I try to take my life, it's
Getting hard to see the light
Navigating with my eyes