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in foxholes and playing this game for too long
Throwing bricks at the wall 
Just to see what sticks
Picking pieces up slow 
And making them fit
Filling

got em sleepin' in a foxhole

Shout out to the plug keep me laced with the bag yeah
White runtz pink runtz diff exzotics even gas yeah
Nice big buds you

in the foxhole
Your heart I console

Lift that weight
Release all that is holding you back
Ourselves we liberate
Feel those lines begin to loosen

Rubbish filled foxholes, had to refine those
There was black magick leaking on the rhino
Crooked and spinning like warped vinyl
It's final, I was

Pride built under desperation
To give back what I owe
Sat struck through devastation
Dug inside of a foxhole
And I know it's hard to be alone
We're

of Gallier
Pushed him up against the car
There were three of 'em with guns
So, he wasn’t running far
I walk that block everyday
Guess I’m living in a foxhole

from their foxhole
All i know is this
The harvest dried out, there aint nothing left
So i sit upon the foothill, and monitor the steps
I try and stay

trained me for this
Don't you worry, kid
I've got your six

Foxhole in the rain
Don't you dare move a muscle
Or you'll compromise everything we had at stake

The enemies foxhole looks like a riverbed
What I thought was a private on a cannon was an empty uniform
I ran home to the barracks
There was no one but on each

the mirror like I don't know what I see in you
Yo, I got a question I must ask tho
Can I sport a fake mustache on my passport?
In the foxhole, rocking all camo

so hollow
I swear snow bunnies just lead you straight to the foxhole
Now I'm staying in my lane swerving past the potholes
Pothead pothead smokin' til

Just keep it funky and rock and roll
Level up the prices for those keyholes
Got me out the foxhole
So Troth slow
This is Ecelugich, not south pole
Broke

clothes

She plays a tune like doomsday yet all the lilies dance
There's a sad story in every foxhole when her Howitzers advance
You can see the loafers

come back
Daddy oh daddy
That's a hell of a will
I started drinkin' on Porkchop Hill
For my birthday ol' kentucky 
Built a foxhole still
And I started

to look for? 
The deceit of conceit is a weakness, spies are hoping I'm sleeping
Patching up those foxholes, I know demons be peeping
Peep this, put me in

of ho's, I barely play it
Nikki D, they love it, call it baby
And I'm January dropping summer payment, whoa
Foxhole, yeah I run it now
Bustin nuts, I think

down suburban streets
Sleeping out on the hard concrete
The trembling remains
Of frightened foxhole days
I'm back in Bakersfield 
I'm back in Bakersfield

I took 20 from the stockpile
So I could drive to the apostles
Can't compete with dying mothers
Renounced my faith inside a foxhole
 
The man who's

dabbles in reason
And veils - fails into view
We worship now
 
A soldier in every foxhole
Becomes humanity
The enemy makes you in the end

Crashed economy, dead on sight
Altered valence in the hennery shade
Captured souls livin' down foxholes
If I knew something of their language
Oh

the Land of Glaciers and dive into a fox-hole of bountiful favors Life disconnected from labor Hand in hand, we become our own saviors Touchdown dance just

Little foxes in our foxholes
On a tin can phone
Shine a flashlight on the mirror
Send a signal in Morse code

When you step upon a needle
It goes

friends I like to rock it
Reaching out to God from a foxhole
Idols singing from my pocket

Sunny bamboo raindrops falling
On my rooftop time to wake up
Got

am the very feeling that I can't shake
Why does healing feel
Like a far off dream in a foxhole prayer
Panic never feels like it's letting go
God bring