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fats'e youngburial
fats'e youngburial
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Lyrics

Flow so cold, man so bold, giving them a Fucking style just to call their own Considering everything, hating myself Only makes sense, sitting dormant on the couch Waiting for excitement, nowhere to be found Existing is stagnant, tired and bored Like a carpenter, trying to fix a wall But forgot to bring all of the tools I feel stuck, unaccomplished, unamused Means to an end, just like everything I do Nothing brings me joy anymore Is this normal? Is this normal? Nothing brings me joy anymore Is this normal? Is this normal? It's all informal, it's all informal Flow so cold, man so bold, giving them a Fucking style just to call their own Ain't been working how I'd like, such a force Nothing feels natural anymore Music never felt like more of a chore I wish it wasn't like this anymore Forever sore Missing all my friends that I ignore Nothing brings me joy anymore Is this normal? Is this normal? Nothing brings me joy anymore Is this normal? Is this normal?
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