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Pinnacle
by Huevvs
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I hit the pinnacle of pride
Open my eyes
To seventeen women wake up and open my blinds
A suicidal catastrophe
Stand atop of my blasphemy
Fuck the world man it's actually
Stupid how I can actually do this
No regret
Take the cap off of my head and wipe the sweat
Man I just gotta keep practicing I guess
Get independent get depressed
And try to cut my throat again
But instead I mix the blood with the ink
And it depend
On the way I'm feeling maybe chilling
Maybe want to be a villain
Maybe wanna flip the fucking clock
Cause the time is killing
Precious minutes
And I'm feeling like a center fielder
Every time I might catch a break
I'm on the fence
And every time I'm about to score
I'm on defense
And every time I think that I'm bored she drop her pants
Hop in bed and chill and talk and if I'm lucky get some head
And instantly I'm better what a feeling god damn
Man I'm still messing round with the wordplay
My voice a little froggy had biology on Thursday
I'm picking up the pace
Remember mama's got some mace
I'm way too good for second place
Why can't I get to second base
I'm a damn good player
And I'm sitting on the bench
Whenever I do make a catch
Man she always on the fence
Do I love it it depends on whether ink and instrumentals
Turn my life into a sin
I pry the precious power pulling from the claws of early death
Man my wordy stress is dirty
I'm learning less about it now than I ever learned by myself
Chilling up on the shelf
Observing watch them all do well
It's hurting breaking me down but
I don't need nobody's help
I hit the pinnacle of pride
Open my eyes
To seventeen women wake up and open my blinds
A suicidal catastrophe
Stand atop of my blasphemy
Fuck the world man it's actually
Stupid how I can actually do this
No regret
Take the cap off of my head and wipe the sweat
Man I just gotta keep practicing I guess
Get independent get depressed
And try to cut my throat again
But instead I mix the blood with the ink
And it depend
On the way I'm feeling maybe chilling
Maybe want to be a villain
Maybe wanna flip the fucking clock
Cause the time is killing
Precious minutes
And I'm feeling like a center fielder
Every time I might catch a break
I'm on the fence
And every time I'm about to score
I'm on defense
And every time I think that I'm bored she drop her pants
Hop in bed and chill and talk and if I'm lucky get some head
And instantly I'm better what a feeling god damn
Man I'm still messing round with the wordplay
My voice a little froggy had biology on Thursday
I'm picking up the pace
Remember mama's got some mace
I'm way too good for second place
Why can't I get to second base
I'm a damn good player
And I'm sitting on the bench
Whenever I do make a catch
Man she always on the fence
Do I love it it depends on whether ink and instrumentals
Turn my life into a sin
I pry the precious power pulling from the claws of early death
Man my wordy stress is dirty
I'm learning less about it now than I ever learned by myself
Chilling up on the shelf
Observing watch them all do well
It's hurting breaking me down but
I don't need nobody's help
