1. |
Crown
03:38
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Fuck the games
trust your crown
i don’t know what the fuck
that They was just fussin’ bout
all of Them play in same suit
so i see i gotta flush em out
man i been in hot pursuit
and i feel i gotta crush em now
such a shame
shush Your mouth
glue Your whole shit shut
ooh Y’all on this junk
who You gon’ refer
to do Your own regurge
You a site for sore losers
You the type to go mad
You all bark and no bite
You all swipe and no match
Disclosure with no “Latch”
the more that he know love
the more that it’s Garbrandt
gar lit lets have us a car chat
far-fetched them ain’t the carfax
i’m hard pressed that defense Garnet
gargantuan pants that you prancing in
can’t say it’s landing but damn You advancing it
passionate rants for them answers You questioning
Fuck the games
trust your crown
i don’t know what the fuck
that They was just fussin’ bout
all of Them play in same suit
so i see i gotta flush em out
man i been in hot pursuit
and i feel i gotta crush em now
such a shame
shush Your mouth
Ain’t putting good shit out
pushing bullshit ‘round
Hannity go lay down
Candace please don’t make sounds
freak shows in town
step up see the Ingram clown
come on see Bongino drown
They gon See no evil Hear more pounds
Speak the truth shouldn’t be profound
imma seek a truther beat ‘em down
rather be a looter than a Kyle
You ignite the shooters
so we fight intruders
You and i ain’t eye to eye
behind computers
are we seeing the same sight
on that Zapruder
my mental mind extra secure
not dimming the shine with allure
so i’m meeting Yo ass at the door
passionate asks for the facts at Ya back and crap on the floor
Fuck the games
trust your crown
i don’t know what the fuck
that They was just fussin’ bout
all of Them play in same suit
so i see i gotta flush em out
man i been in hot pursuit
and i feel i gotta crush em now
such a shame
Fuck the games
trust your crown
i don’t know what the fuck
that They was just fussin’ bout
all of Them play in same suit
so i see i gotta flush em out
man i been in hot pursuit
and i feel i gotta crush em now
such a shame
shush Your mouth
Now
dark past with a bright future
all my exes live in Texas so they might shoot ya
all my educators too so i’m part stupid
try to siphon all my gas so i don’t start movements
when They tell me i’m important i‘m just not into it
got my cynicism sorted i’m a connoisseur
call up everyone embed in them the proper tools
but who am i assuming i’m the Buddha not the dude
They could give a fuck about the flux
They deny the future
scrubbing all the stuff that may entice a looter
rubbing all up on a nigga like a loofah
keep a motherfucker hungover like a fupa
how You get the point when You ain’t shushed
how You get to point that and blame us
how You get them bucks when You ain’t knucked
how come everything ain’t enough
what i been ashamed of
Y’all the ones out here needing some entertainment
You the ones out here thinking You got the answers
You the one that be drinking tea with a strainer
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2. |
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no1:
move it now or lose it
oh You ain’t really into choosing
maybe a bit concerned
bet You won’t miss no turns
Maybe i’m stupid
‘cause if it's just it's just not human
this i’ve known but i’ll never learn
scars You won’t ever earn
start to the finish
hard in the fucking paint
marvel and witness
pardon Me
like a white collar offender
bomb dark people
white God’ll forgive us
see Him learned His lesson
I sorry
gonna still wield Smith and Wesson
Mike Lawry
gonna deal pills to the guests at My party
guess I might jump on somebody’s wave
The way it blows, way I go
might be swayed a few inches
if I knew what y'all knew
I know I wouldn't admit it
I see some cause for concern
But I’m too cautious to pivot
And if they call in a session
Then We’ll just call it all a gimmick
on My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
with Barry Weiss’s opinions
While everybody’s offended
I’m just steady riding on somebody wave
LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed
no1:
When it’s My turn to speak
I’ll represent not who I said I would but learned to be
yeah I gotta rake them dollars in and curve the weak
yeah You gotta break some promises to earn Ya keep
Imma burst bubbles
do this cursory
all the broke people
shout and curse at Me
riding waves on a pirate ship
it’s not a nursery
setting bridges on fire
let ‘em burn in the third degree
So while y’all stuck in the trap
I’m eating good off yo prisons
I’m heeding none of what you ask
you cannot fuck with the system
only fuckin with them cats
If I can bring the 'aclysms
Better spell my name with a capital
shit I got enough isms
Damn y’all got enough rhythm
To give Our culture some taste
but if We don’t like, redefine it, so that guilt is all erased
call it critical race
forever riding on somebody wave
LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed
When it's My turn
To speak from high upon the stage
I'll mince My words
We want the shine but not the change
Scuare:
Up And away
Move on so fast I’m not okay
I feel so different every day
Can’t break me down I just replay
Look
Look
I got no reason to be in this I got everything wrong
I feel like everybody runnin but we never been lost
I tell you nothing really matters
You can climb out and jump
I tell you nothing really matters
you can live how you want
You give it away, not given a fuck
I’m building this up. My feelings been what
Not feeling enough
I’m better off lost
Not feeling this front
Ya’ll colder than I could ever
Stay
My vision blurred
It's not the same
Move on so fast im not okay
I feel so awful everyday
Yea I just mix it with indifference now
I got nothing figured out
But i don’t plug in digits
I got past the fucking figures now
LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed
LVD:
Sitting on my white picket fence tryna think
What’s the differences between you and me
Is it simply just the kool aid we drink
Are we sippin; are we trippin’ (yeah)
Did we put the right thing in the west wing
Niggas flip floppin’ like a chancla
Something don’t smell right
Break out the binaca
I ain’t sayin’ it’s shit
But it smell like some ca-ca
And what we gonna do-do (do-do)
These niggas do the same shit
We actin’ all new-new (new-new new-new)
It been like this (yeah)
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3. |
With My Friends
02:48
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Grades poor
shamed for it
different classes
same lore
didn’t pass i
paid for it
skateboarded
with neighbors
stay grounded
i can’t play
mama Nate dogg
regulator
face down
on a stained floor
death on my heels
like gators
i been hell bound
had the gates forced open
i been held and spellbound ye
how sway can i make more noses
how sweet it is to be loved by
every fake or showman
if i got shake you’re smokin
i know i’m late
but here to stay ford focused
wanna play Brad Douriff it
don’t want to stay mad whorish
i better save my kidneys
Try to create endorphins
i’m made to stray, Mount Kimbie
Was in a cave now forest
Who are these lames i envy
What is this maze i’m touring
i need to shake, bake and get to making my choice
i need a safe space to create things and remain unemployed
where i can raise my voice
How many chores more til i regain arms open
How much more remorse do i pray lord ‘fore you send your locusts
be like my idols, white wedding
Not get looked over, brown orphan
How you turn the dial on life’s settings?
And search ya mind without snoring?
i know that imma get a whoopin’ i been bad
Out in these streets steady misdemeanin’ with my friends
i know that imma get a whoopin’ i been bad
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4. |
Sleep
01:27
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(Wake up)
Well I’m happy here to be straight up
see I’m so sick of sleep walking
I’d rather be where I'll stay up
voice keep telling me
(Wake up)
Wait I'm halfway to the Equator
I'm finished skimming the ground
Gravity get ya weight up
Voice keep telling me
(Wake up )
no battle here I'm afraid of
just visions that I see often
Don't have to fear what I made up
Voice keep telling me
(Wake up)
Grab a brush and put little make-up
My system always been down
Trust in My self righteous re-animation
I woke up woke once
Smoked the roach of a old blunt
Started scrolling the socials
noticed I hadn't post none
went back to bed and never woke up
Now I'm living the dream
Every scene is a close-up
Every choice that I make
Is a choice I'm making for no one
sleeping later than usual
I accept your condolence
no sir
I'm so set in this moment
Nestled in adolescence
And I'm not ready to grow up
Holdin’ back that woe is me
Don’t attack the cause if you’ve got no history
I concede belief in all I can see
they seething, they need brains
I seceded you seen it seemed brave
you can take pictures but don’t put no sharpie on him
I’m in sync with the sink how I be drained
you may say I’m a dreamer not the only one
I’m just editing all my instant replays
I’m just ebbing and flowing in this rare state
Eyes closed, too many concerns in that air-space
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5. |
KNO1
00:55
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6. |
Waste
01:28
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where’d my day go?
tell me where’d my day go?
where’d my day go?
tell me where’d my day go?
where’d my day go?
How’d my day go missing’
now my train gon miss it
how i stay unfaithful
when my brain don’t wish it
best not make no mention
milk it til the headache go down
rest not made for wicked
best not cave don’t itch it
if its not a rave don’t risk it
pills until your keds ain’t on ground
chillin’ till yo daddy come ‘round
where are my senses?
there they go
Headed to a place where the ready don’t
Hello to the day it’s already gone
feel like a waste of water and space dust
still got the taste of it in my mouth
where’d my day go?
tell me where’d my day go?
where’d my day go?
tell me where’d my day go?
Where’d my day go?
Tell me where did my…
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7. |
Too Much feat. Scuare
03:29
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Early morning caffeine fuel the heart beat
Messy room stacked up, wrinkled laundry
Every moment grind grind let the brain bleed
Melatonin night night get some bad sleep
And It’s apparent we should settle down a bit
but we too scared we won’t ever amount to shit
thirsty when They made that Kool-aid sweet
meant to swish it ‘round but forgot to spit
And It’s apparent we should settle down a bit
but we too scared we won’t ever amount to shit
thirsty when They made that Kool-aid sweet
meant to swish it ‘round but forgot to spit
Howls from crowd relent
Love drowned out get down at the sound of it
At the counter with these clowns and they counterfeits
y’all found what to pound to get out of it?
Why the fuck we needed colleges?
While They kill the dream, CREAM fiends where the dollar is
Why we feel the need to grovel to apologists
Why it feel like we ain’t gotta do a lot of this
Right back in the morn’ after a long night
Ain’t too many i know that’s livin’ alright
i know too many gladiators that are getting just by
so If i ever meet my fuckin maker then it’s on sight
And It’s apparent we should settle down a bit
but we too scared we won’t ever amount to shit
thirsty when They made that Kool-aid sweet
meant to swish it ‘round but forgot to spit
And It’s apparent we should settle down a bit
but we too scared we won’t ever amount to shit
thirsty when They made that Kool-aid sweet
meant to swish it ‘round but forgot to spit
Scuare:
I’ve been around
I’ve been on foot
I got no destination
I got no love for you
Living off reputation
I'll be on something new
Bit off more than I can chew this time
At least there’s nothing left to do in this town
I don’t need luck I do enough now
God forbid
What you’re saying, what you’re doing
It’s not for profit
I don’t run
I don’t walk
I just push along the plot now
I don’t care
I just need to know what you'll do when you get knocked down
Feeling like I’ve got nothing left
I need to face this first
Relative to the way things been
How could I make it worse
What’s the use
Gimmie that juice
And it’s apparent that we should settle down a bit
But we too scared we won’t ever get out this shit
If you stay, you in the way
You in the way
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8. |
Be Minor Be Major
03:49
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Heat on my tail
feet gon’ need ice, might swell
i weakened my foes
and i did it all by myself
but see They won’t bail
i guess this is a cry for help
they creepin’ up slow
can’t beat ‘em all by myself
All this money wastin’
All this hungry chasin’
All this fucking fluff
Like dun dun dun adjusting yo cadence
trust in Us They keep saying
first adjust all these wages
thirst and lust eat the simps
cursed to just keep us waiting
even tho you got a perm, still a temp
big worm inside a bad apple
discern but never grasp, grapple
Work, kids, eat, medicate and that’s that
Oh though you making less than 35
ya dreaming big so they
say you got a dirty mind
Call the bank just to beg
They forgo the fines
Hold the line
Po’ the wine, here today, gone tonight
Heat on my tail
feet gon’ need ice, might swell
i weakened my foes
and i did it all by myself
but see They won’t bail
i guess this is a cry for help
they creepin’ up slow
can’t beat them all by myself
All this money wastin’
All this hungry chasin’
All that simpin, praisin’
For some new shit to show off yo basic
lord knows we mistaken
Say a hard nose bring the bacon
Pay the Car note, credit, rent and phone
Just don’t take our homes
and we’ll embrace them
we don’t know no way in
So we keep obeying
How you master doing
When you can’t stop slaving?
Heat on my tail
feet gon’ need ice, might swell
i weakened my foes
and i did it all by myself
but see They won’t bail
i guess this is a cry for help
they creepin’ up slow
can’t beat ‘em all by myself
Heat on my tail
feet gon’ need ice, might swell
i weakened my foes
and i did it all by myself
but see They won’t bail
i guess this is a cry for help
can’t do it all by myself
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
coming back to united like forty five
and naw i ain’t talking bout Trump shit
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
coming back to united like forty five
and naw i ain’t talking bout Trump shit
Nah i ain’t walkin out unfinished
Y’all ain’t tryin to get in front of this
Y’all like Khaled and cunnilingus
Y’all ain’t talkin bout none of this
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
that boys up and runnin
that boy stuck with something
no ifs, ands or wondering
Uberman he cometh
Ooh Y’all can’t outrun him
meant to miss y’all planet
oops he landed on it
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
Watch him the watch the watchmen
police ain’t pose be punisher
Yall ain’t read the comics
Y’all can’t be out huntin’
Y’all should be defunded
Y’all should be admonished
i’m just being honest
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
Don’t need praise or promise
Been low and i need smoke
But i don’t think They want it
i don’t believe you got this
Putting Yo keys in my pocket
Thought You had a foe
But i hit you with that plot twist
jumpmensch jumpmensch jumpmensch
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9. |
TBM
04:33
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i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
been mere player
within a plot
had a dictator
since i was a tot
had a disdain
for what was explained as security
whole lotta Me, You
so little empathy
how can we co-exist if no one give up anything
should we just blow it up
then go and dub it chemistry
should we just imitate the past
to best of memories
invest in mentors
suppress the entropy
Nothing against your inspirations
i’m just sick of myself
seeing the signs
can’t resist the temptations
Grandma send me ya praises
am i hurting my cases
Do my shirt need a statement
Do my search need filtration
(Oh yeah yeah)
i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
(I’m uncertain y’all)
its surreal how i feel.
black do not crack, youth intact, Pharrell
Chad he came back, threw the mask, unveiled
need more truths, touchés , do tells
Need more oomph to pry this cell
need more juice, too dry in Hell
Need more do’s than tries and flails
Need more proof than lies and tales
Need more clues than why’s and oh wells
Need Y’all to shoo if you ain’t tryin to go there
Keep out the gate You can’t play this field
Keep out my H20 You ain’t distilled
Seen more troops get by that hill
Than I’ve seen You’s get by on skill
See Jack run, see Jack steal
see Jack give back, see Jack jack Jill
Jack don’t do jack ‘cept for act on His will
Jack don’t impact shit, Jack just a blip
Jack don’t need happy get that in a pill
Fastest to fascist yeah that’s His appeal
Back in the past where He at, that’s Jack him
Jack is all cap like a bad acronym
Trapped in a box with His trauma and guilt
Castle of cards that’s the house that He built
i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
i dont wanna
i know you don’t feel it but i think you’re gonna
you know you don’t need it but i think you want it
That Billy Mayes
You went and bought it
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10. |
KNO1.2
00:47
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11. |
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Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daisies
Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daisies
Then it’s
on on on on on on
on on on on on on
on on on on on on
on on on on on
i got boredom
i got stress
Kind of hoarder been sorting my mess
Drive in my car to employment then bed
Quiet embark on this voyage to death
They wanna entice me to go to the east
When i wanna be Fievel and go to the west
But i went too Delonte i’m hoping to right what is broken
i’m likely to wallow
But try to keep goin
In this life i spawned in
It’s a highlight auction
On a finite course
To seek and find our options
Why y’all forcing me despite my cautions
To ride my cope til i’m inside my coffin
My highs prone to leave my bag eyes sobbin
While my lows just keep my mad mind jogging
Am i going or am i gone
i know to be strong but i won’t
Switch the tone til they’ve grown
Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daisies
Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daises
Then it’s on
You bastards it’s on
Let’s address the elephant
Pick us a bone
One day You relevant
Next day You gone
i’m still developing
i might get droned
Tryin to be jettisoned
Out the unknown
And moonwalk the fuck outchea
y’all need to shummone
Been all in my feelings
i need some shalom
i know to be strong but i won’t
switch the tone til they’ve grown
Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daisies
Livin’ in my own mind
i don’t need no co-sign laddie
i’m on my own like Patti
Livin’ in the wrong time
i just need alone time baby
Just wanna to grow my daisies
Then it’s
on on on on on on
on on on on on on
on on on on on on
on on on on on
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12. |
P.E.D's feat. Scuare
03:47
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no1:
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Bust in with some dirty shoes on
Fuck Yo old couch
Bust in like the kool-aid man
Fuck Yo whole house
From the old south
Taking shots of that Jameson
Blink 182 times, what's my age again
Tell me what's the latest trend
how do i exploit it
all dat ‘sponsibility
how can i avoid it
kick it with the naysayers
conflict avoidance
pics of all my favorite slavers
on the gram for y’all enjoyment
past it gets distorted
pass that shit i’m Jordan
River
i need to get this water to the poorer
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Busted his bat
Encarnacion is back
Scuare:
Quit it like i'm Harry and it's quidditch
Vegetarian is the way I eat and carry on
All my proof is very gone
Down the drain like cherry bombs
Next to hit I'm Barry bonds
Break the stick I'm Barry Bonds
Head too big I'm Barry Bonds
Throw some hot shakes on my kale
I don't watch who's on my tail
If I don't process I grow stale
Huh yea
I don't fail
I just polish my new L
Huh yea
I do well
When I'm not honest with myself
Huh yea
Can't you tell
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13. |
Peek-a-boo
02:44
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imma beat up my demons soundly
imma eat up these caps and cope
imma feed on defeats of my past
imma keep it a 100 and 0
give all these pigeons a home
them and a jungle gato
live in the gym D’Amato
this my chip and not chose
peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
sneak in and out of yo reach and move
piece up yo mouth with some 3s and 2s
Speak with you how i wanna speak at you
Recently Ps n Qs
give or receive abuse
Not what i seek to do
but what i needed to
If i can’t put myself out of my misery
imma just spruce it up, make it a home
If i can’t do what’s best for next of kin to me
Fuck i’m pursuing or doing this fo?
Lord, what you got in store?
How could i do any more
All these treasures i pilfered
women i conquered
battles i won
I’m still losing the war
Just a nigga with a villainous past
Learned the ropes to get me out the box
Didn’t benefit until he went back
servin’ like i’m working at a new spot
Use to move to yall oohs ahhs
Now want boosie to woo-sa
want who you see in the mirror to look back
can’t fool me, know who you are
imma beat up my demons soundly
imma eat up these caps and cope
imma feed on defeats of my past
imma keep it a 100 and 0
give all these pigeons a home
them and a jungle gato
live in the gym D’Amato
this my chip and not chose
imma beat up my demons soundly
imma eat up these caps and cope
imma feed on defeats of my past
imma keep it a 100 and 0
give all these pigeons a home
them and a jungle gato
live in the gym D’Amato
this my chip and not chose
peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
You ain’t seen a nigga lose
i’m unbeaten til i’m through
You ain’t seen no nigga do
All these things i’m finna do
i might seat you in a room
Give a peak inside this dude
Glare that pierce ya pride, let go
imma see inside you soon
You ain’t seen a nigga lose
i’m unbeaten til i’m through
You ain’t seen no nigga do
All these things i’m finna…
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14. |
KNO1.3
00:51
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15. |
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Scuare: (incoherent angst)
no1:
Partyin, drankin
Body all aching
What are you thinking you are
Sitting and blankin
Filthy and stankin
What is you thinking you are
They say the future is in front of me
They probably trippin
i am over 33
Great Scottie Pippen
If the sky the limit
why has getting higher not been taking you far
up under yo blanket
stuck in yo blankness
fuck is you thinking you are
Mcfly away
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Make slaves out of men
don’t wanna leave but if we stay
we’ll never get out of our own way
never get around, ahead of all the bumps out in front of me
Don’t wanna bleed, don’t wanna pay
With our poor passageways
our doors closing and i’ve worn out the key
If You weren’t here from the start
then You won’t be where i end this
leave me in the dark
like a widget in a Guinness
think we need apart
like the finish on a taper fade
i don’t even know what i’m gonna do
you don’t even know what i’m goin through
Partyin, drankin
Body all aching
What are you thinking you are
Sitting and blankin
Filthy and stankin
What is you thinking you are
they say the blacker that the berry
then the sweeter be the juices
shit the whiter the appearance
the more frequent be the usage
And the bigger that the hit is
then the harder it’s gon hurt
when you fall
up under yo blanket
stuck in yo blankness
Fuck is you thinking you are
Mcfly away
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Flying high in the friendly sky without leaving the ground
Make slaves out of men
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feet you don’t wanna follow me here
don’t know what we here to do
seems i just wanna swallow my fears
in all of these bottles of booze
up to my rear in debt
cuffing my ears, i’ve yet to snooze
brain you don’t wanna follow Them there
don’t go They don’t care bout you
Love you don’t wanna come around here
i’ve nowhere to steer us soon
Sure i want you to be present and near
But nothing to share with you
Stuck in my head, obsessed
All my heroes i can’t live up to
Shame, i knew that you would come around here
Always there when i need an excuse
Puffing my chest all out
Under the veil self doubt
Not much appears to have improved
Luggin my anchor ‘round
Wondering when i’ll drown
Nothing is here i’ve left to lose
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