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way too realistic yup that's me
I'm fully automatic sporadically showing up in your feed
A little bit over dramatic I got a bit of a habit
Making this

right
Like mist in the morning
Fade before noon while
Lost in a judgemental reflection
Of insecurity and dead philosophy

Abuse your grace a couple

nothing can save ya
For this is the season
For catching the vapors

I see pink moons and green clovers
Silver bullets plus red blood all over
The ill

they never coming over
Hoping dat them evil muthafuckas learned they lesson
Ima kill it I ain't never need a murder weapon
That nigga claimed to be my

Scavengers hungry
Feasting on dread
Eyes that glaze over
Eyes that are dead

I wish that they'd told me
I know that they did
We chose this he said
And backed

I'm over heads and undefeated feel like I'm jumping rope
You could talk your shit and wave your gun you ain't gonna blow it though
It's pointless

moving in time
Cause we're avoiding the
Explosion while iluding eluding the mind
Mine over thinking situations is a nuisance
New sense of mine
And without

links, naar rechts, een achterligger net gemist
Wat duwen en wat trekken, een bumper is geen pacifist
Ver over de lijn en nog veel schever dan Pisa (den

steeds mist
De facades, doorkijkjes
Of een buitennis

Hij is heer en meester
Van zijn vierkante meter
Beter kan het niet

Man met visnet
Is met zijn

Thoughts of death
Dark veil over my mind
Words are fading,
Deeds dissolve in the mist
Clouded brain, lost in pain
Never alive mankind will perish

to go walking on the mist-covered mountain
And rest for a while there, beside the Blue Lough
And lie in the heather and hear the birds singing
Watch

It started with blackness
Followed by a ray of light
Then a beam of sunshine that was hurtin' my eyesight
Through the mist and clouds
I could make

Deathless Essence of 
 The Consuming One has 
 Lit darksome night 
 Over the tomb of this world 
  
 Lifeless slaves 
 Of this blind coward 
 Can't

around, all cold and dreamy

What you girls really need's a soft
Fuzzy man (A wisp of smoke man) To waft over
You and cloud up your view

So show me your

Over here winter's easy and the summer is fine
I'm getting too damn soft
No room to stretch
No air to breathe
Just the comfort of my loft

to Saint Marks
Well oh what a time
But it's gone away

The billboards and mist
They're all singing, "this land is my land"
The skyline abashed
She hides

Dropped in, world size max
Legendary copper pickaxe
King slime, ain't got time
I got ores that need to be mined
I got slimes all over the place
I got

Never tweaking over laundry money, man
My cheddar crisp damn, I talk too much
Mainstream too scared to rap it
Underground too weak to hang
Niggas see

unplugging this
Too much noise, I'm calling it quits

Dress in all black just like the sith
I like how the sleeves go over my wrists
Another one out oh another

I hear that you're a burden baby
How you like to fake them smiles, uh oh
I know you see me lurking
Shadows in the mist approaching
Got me feeling

through the mists of life
And you find music, don't lose it
It could be your light
Hold it, enfold it, give it your breath
It might save you from

It's been collecting on the glass
Feelin this way for a while won't pass

Soft mist brings a familiar touch
Brings us back in could've fooled us

Du har då aldrig trott på tårar
Det passar inte för en karl
Om man är över femton vårar
Finns inga känslor kvar
Kan du förstå två våta kinder
De

Important to the people that are 
 In the mix sorting the reals 
 In the mist of lyrically impoverished mcs
You guys are a little to distant from me 
Don t be