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The sea frozen, I'll take it home with me The highest speed that I can go A stop motion picture I'm still filming This a caloric deficit I was a buck 50 They gonna talk inflation Like it's juxtaposition to filtering I'm bound by narrative Stopped in the gas station to get some Now and Laters A Powerade, some Corn Nuts Honestly just wasting time till I gotta be somewhere later I skate across on these deer legs I sense Pangea like I got somewhere to be at any point Pretty sure life is just being late It was a Friday I drove 6 hours to Portland Maine The 20th Anniversary Show of Transatlanticism I went alone Got drunk and ate a grilled cheese at some place Sat there like I aint got a face Sat there like at some point i'm gonna evaporate At some point the ice rink Gonna stretch a new way Some toddler learning to skate Someone pushing 30 in a zoom room Finds out identity is nothing but an open space This the back of the boat shaking Morning after I never got my sea legs Saw Run The Jewels at Lollapalooza 2014 Walked around the city afterward kept stepping on rakes My side yard leaf pile the only currency I live by still How could I know if anything is sunken underneath this still It's your first job, you probably gonna take a couple from the till Till tomorrow you're syphoning all that seawater Just to place it on your windowsill
Writer(s): Adam South, Dylan Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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