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Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Choker
Choker
Producer

Lyrics

(At the same damn time witchu) (Fuck) (Ummm) (Ooooh) (Yes yes) (And I already know what kinda drums I wanna put on this bitch) (Nigga let's fucking) I don't mean much to myself But that could change We don't see shells Rather hide 'em in that stain That rah That bang No ideology explains Just some orders in advance I'm not easily persuaded Distortion Still sorting my moods out Take it as a sign When the light cocoon sprout A burst a black night Living in between Wearing the swell Gossamer seams Duplicate dawn like stones in a lake I remembered most days till I learned they're all the same (That's just me) (That's just me) I can only blame Yours truly I can only claim Yours truly I can only trace shadows I cannot erase The past I'm supposed to save your ass? When I can't even save some cash? Riding the big wave straight faced to my grave I don't fuck with you niggas I don't waste any days I elude every move when the impact soothes I'm a fool I'm a goon I'm a bruise Not the wound No holds barred On these niggas I'm saying No holds But please just be Careful my dear Sweet as Alabama Apple pie I wanna get out I wanna get out
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