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Pleasantly surprised I feel free from my own mind Ready to speak about it TO YOU... All my sleuthing fueling this sermoning person yuuuh Determined to bring that hurting unto you keep on listening Ain't no rhythm to it, codeine-promethazene keeping me up Styrofoam cup full of lean what's up? Make these dreams so clean a scene from Doris Chum on a Sunday knocking on my forehead Done wrong by your bong I ain't, not today! I've been long gone, my mind with all that matters grey Krugs got me on that lude shit, what the fuck? My ears rang like, shrewd bitch you're thunderstuck! Understatement to say you're out of luck you vulgar hoe Won't even scratch the surface of shame, you feel disdain Heroin Carolyn coming up on your neck She keeps barreling towards you to get that next fix man Dropping her knife, picking up bricks yelling "Thank you cops for these terracota munitions today" This bitch crazy, a new Dawn of the Dead Immortalized in a single body, I gotta go Back to the trap, counting the stack I don't know when I will counterattack Day three of being pooked out like a technical knockout This comedown will not be lenient on my heart Kicking and kicking and fighting and fighting and Yiming and timing no griming no griping I'm driving I'm flying I'm screaming I'm dying My time is but nigh but my glock got no shells No screaming, no spells: I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying I'm screaming for help but they ain't getting out My lyrics my mouth nothin but doubt Always singled out [HELP! HELP!] Someone get me out [HELP! HELP!] My turn on the roundabout [HELP! HELP!] My head on the different route [HELP! HELP!] All in my bouts, day in day out Eternally dragging out, gettin up, getting out Going for the clip no don't get it out I'm ripping I'm rhyming no stopping me till I go die again [I'LL DIE AGAIN...] How could I feel this numb if I was lying? My time is on loan again... Devolved I'm an ape Just chewing on grapes I see the escape Don't forget to take it off undrape for me I can see that which is mystery The protohistory I can't comprehend make no sense to me I hate it here don't understand a thing Both fear and pure ecstasy Fuck... I think I'm dead...
Writer(s): Greg Trujillo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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