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who
by Mark Andrew Brooks
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I'm off the deep end and they sold me a dream
Often in a coffin and it's getting harder to breathe
And I broke up out the box but it is not what it seems
Cause every time they try to block I'm dunking over their team
Who know this Hulu would strive to travel upstream
I'm toe to toe with giants as I am just wrapping my fists
Heading up the mountain to the fuckin' fountain unseen
As I look at my reflection throw my body within
Searching for my youth but it's confusing as fuck
Inside you'll see the demons that are running a muck
And your living for the weekend your running out of your luck
Tell me what your seeking we can brush off the dust
Skeletons in my closet monsters under my skin
Telephones and teleprompters tellin me how to live
Hella hoes and helicopters dancin on my fingertips
Circumnavigate the globe as I'm clenching my fist
This is just the intro I hope your finding a seat
With some back support because this chiropractor's not cheap
And I'm keeping you on track your spinal cord is my street
Pedal to the floor as your pressing repeat
Let's feast
I'm off the deep end and they sold me a dream
Often in a coffin and it's getting harder to breathe
And I broke up out the box but it is not what it seems
Cause every time they try to block I'm dunking over their team
Who know this Hulu would strive to travel upstream
I'm toe to toe with giants as I am just wrapping my fists
Heading up the mountain to the fuckin' fountain unseen
As I look at my reflection throw my body within
Searching for my youth but it's confusing as fuck
Inside you'll see the demons that are running a muck
And your living for the weekend your running out of your luck
Tell me what your seeking we can brush off the dust
Skeletons in my closet monsters under my skin
Telephones and teleprompters tellin me how to live
Hella hoes and helicopters dancin on my fingertips
Circumnavigate the globe as I'm clenching my fist
This is just the intro I hope your finding a seat
With some back support because this chiropractor's not cheap
And I'm keeping you on track your spinal cord is my street
Pedal to the floor as your pressing repeat
Let's feast
