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A cardboard cutout of a man
A villainous silhouette
I guess that's just who I am
I guess that's all I can get
Rushing to the end
I close my eyes for

Driving I'm feeling a spark
Driving and getting real dark
Someday you'll feel OK
We see you
You'll feel too
Drop out, you cutout the doubt
Breakout you

Regurgitate the procreate
Sow the seed of corruption never mandate.

Reverberate masticate
Cutout philosophy of the failed altered state

Bow to the rule

It's three AM, your face is glowing
The cardboard cutout showing signs of ridicule
You know it's sort of cruel
Enough to see what you're bestowing
Some

like me just don't fit up in they cutout
Cookie-cutter ass bitch what do you know
Nigga claiming that he know me, who you tho
Don't be claimin' that you

been waiting and watching with no sound
A cardboard cut-out of the things they hate and the things that go around
And I was slipping through your fingers

cut-out
It's Ed, Ted, Ben, Dan, Howie
It's pinky chalky

I always thought of nature as something dead and uninviting
Wet, empty trees
But there used

Hold on to your disguise
Although it’s made out of cardboard cutouts
Tear it apart once you realize
It’s only convincing from afar

I’m phoning it in

your glasses of hate and regret
Cardboard cutouts of what is wrong and right
Well baby the world isn't black and white

And the lies are drowning me

cut-out bin
More never been than has been
But I'm delighted I'm your favorite song
So when you finally drift off to sleep
You might hear my voice

All these cutouts just might shrink
The lair of sapphire he goes
Just to find something to hold

Try to remember

Broken arrows fill this glass
What's

keyless
Got em, linked up trippin over the roots
Yeah they all get an apple, this time from the teacher
Cardboard cutouts of families on their phones in

Gave you pen and paper
Draw me something wild
Paintbrush to the sky and me
Cutout paper in the stars
You prefer me on fire
I'd prefer to be on ice
Who

used to love,
But you're a whispery shell
Of your former self

A cut-out doll
Fluttering in the breeze

What happened to you
You tried to grab the
World

been searching so long
Cardboard cut-outs of Amy Adams
Red strands meet bare hands
The drawbridge drops, said lemme at 'em
Ariel, a swelling surface has

I'm sick of hearing fake Jamaican accents on the mic
So watered down
No original thought
Just carbon copied cutout paper clones
One is just a number

PEACE! 
what a crime!
Don’t tell me I oughta look 
like some cut-out from a book
All this pressure to conform, 
I don’t wanna be the norm!
Individuality –

Yeah not at all
You wanna call me back I want
You listen to me too much
And I can't see or do much at all
But anymore sure cutout
Baby I'm not cut out

Pussy giving out
Time out
Clout chaser (Chaser chaser)
Henny on the lips, It's a blackout fucken cutout gotta pull out
Drove the bitch out
Put her in

A soft fuzzy blanket that's chartreuse 
A full-size grill for barbecues 
A cardboard cutout of Tom Cruise
Wood
To burn
A full time paid intern
Some yarn

take set my aura free (My aura)
And if I've not ghosted by now
Step on my chest tighter
Heave ho, and dance galala till my soul cut-out
I no go longer

Every afternoon
Near the bridge at the opera house
Water from the lake
Crashed against her smeared
Cardboard cutout

The last time I saw you
Broke

decades like paper
Cut-out lives saved for later
Don't claim to understand it don't matter
Holding on to ephemera

Spinning the world without pursuing it

See it destroyed
Obliterated
Cutout the noise
Never amazed but
Why 

This is all tragic
I don't know what the fuck happened
Came back now all i see is