Correction Lyrics The Light by Fyre

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Lightheaded cus my fetish is to contemplate the death which I've been sentenced to express until death
Come to steal my last breath
Why I don't feel like the rest
Why I can't chill, why I stress
Why I'm too real to impress
In the fields of emptiness, sucking tobacco breasts
And exhaling what's left of my chest
God bless what makes me depressed
Take me before I get fеd up and disrespect
My life with thе gun, this life isn't fun
Wishing I was done with the Sun, don't wanna see another day
On a run cus I can't stay, looking for another way
Lost in a world that made me go astray

Long term goals, and present interaction
Relaxing with the faction in the back end, b*t*h!
What's cracking? No macking, just blazing, no jacking
Just raising the roof, subtlety in phrasing truth
Discretion hazy, too hard to be lazy
B*t*h I thought you knew
Unsuccessfully crazy, too prone to blaze two
I love smoking blunts, my power is too much
Trading my emotions for a 4 gram Dutch hit
T**ans want riders, smoking, f**king by you
A young zen master continually striving
The nature of existence, yeah I'm rather lonely
All about resistance, doubted, devotee
You can't see my plans, I just can't explain this
Lust is for kids; damn, who played this?
You heard it before and you'll hear it again:
Living in the blunt life, living in sin
Here's a little trife
Aaaahhhh… hold on
Matter and destiny, success and strife
Hahahaha!
(Giving it up to my momma
The greatest woman ever to walk the face of this Earth
Y'all ain't doing nothing bout that sh*t
My motherf**king momma
Sh*t, f**k, n***a…)

Here I go again, visions of an empty land
Always coming to a wind, I've got these empty hands
Into the months got me feeling like I'm guilty, man
Got fronted too much for me to ever understand
Under no kind of pressure but a world from the stands
Blowing smoke, and sir, we have come to jam
Ancient beats, licking shots, and nothing that was planned
Nothing left to say, but "roll up another gram"
So far deep in space, it's where the Sun was banned
Where can't nobody get ya
Don't have to ask for capture cus it feels so right
Dripping the f**k out the world for the rest of our life
In the river to the basement and back to the light
Music has no replacement but the land it ignites
Take the film from the grain and a snake from the bite
To sew the pain we feel is the pain we invite
Just as the music puts the cap on the damn night
After coming so long, you don't know where you been
Where you stand, why you are, and never once thinking when
Before you know it, saying "here we go again"

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