Correction Lyrics Nasty Jazz by Imaginary Friends

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There's no
Feeling bad
For myself
Because I'm
High
Heh-heh
Yeah

When you come to realize everything you ever had just died
And get up off the ground and wipe the tears from your eyes
You'll see everything is better with a little suicide
At least that's what she told me when she was a do or die
Then ironically what happened, a funeral, a surprise
And all this make me do is wanna pull a homocide
I'm tryna make sense of it all, key word trying
Still fighting in the midst of it all, I'm such a lion
God body had a fit with the law, but still I try and
Flew a lil too close to the sun, still gliding
What you talking about, Chuuwee c'mon, you still grinding
Ain't no keys to a four door Porsche, it's not time and
No Jacob on your wrist still either, my my
What a shame you look so damn lame, used to be fly in the rain
In some beat up Js
Drunk driving, told Uber let me out halfway on my last dime
This one's sad
Yeah

Aiyo I think I'm 'bout to finally write a verse for my n***a
Too drunk off liquor
Two blunts for the vision
Moonshine from the bottle but never off of my pivot
I always look up to the heavens wondering if you listen
I had a dream with your return, everything is too distant
Everybody done changed me, everything is so different
But I just instinctively remember the advice you were giving
Never give up now, too far to be quitting
But then on days when I'm down, I can't find that wisdom
So cloudy outside, I can't see through a prism
I feel like this sh*t is prison
Get me out if it isn't
Bail me out if it is
Sick of looking through fences
Well god damn I think I finally wrote a verse for my n***a
How I wish that you could pull up on me rolling a swisher
You my n***a for life
Still looking at pictures
Still looking at stars
I know it's you when they shimmer
Skywalker
Yo
F**k this sh*t can we go kill something?
None of this sh*t is real anyway right let's go kill something

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