Correction Paroles Step, Slide, Separate par Rav

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It's been a lot
I've determined should merely be stopped
Internet venomous, talking the generous sentiments
It's been a bit red about switchin' them up
Severin' my umbilical instead [?]
Begging my therapist to better my thoughts
Regulate my chemicals, Adderall my job
And the personal sh*t like the friends that I've got
Ooh, yet I think that I'm still aloof
My latest discussions are proof
Fed it to a homie just yesterday and they decided
My troubles [?] the coup, truth
Tell me or paraphrase essentially the estimate
Whatever happens, my worst case is the best case
Ergo, I could never know true stress, ay
I could prolly cheer up eating caviar everyday

Maybe sharing this is rude of me
Self-centered tomfoolery
But what about my expectations of a little respect and emotional maturity?
I don't feel like sharing sh*t no more
My thoughts, my emotions
Tell me "It'll be okay"
Yeah, no sh*t (yeah, no sh*t)
The universe won't implode 'cause I feel hollow, but I'm still hollow
And who gives a f**k if I won't or I will tomorrow, guess I can't follow
And so you condescend me
Lying like you comprehend me
Conveniently karma friendly
You cannot disarm my envy, you part of the problem
Acting like my problems petty
Hope that I'm dope
I know I lack hope, I grow it back slow
Drop my guard for a min' I'm on my own, that's how the night goes
Ask me again how it happened
Tell me again, it ain't lastin'
Tell me I really don't have what it takes
Better take what I get and quit asking, yuh
My mind get fixed on petty sh*t, yuh
My mind's so dense, I let it slip, yuh
I pretend, I pretend I'm getting it, yuh
But I just can't trust my etiquette
At least I got manners
That's more important to me than my chances
Barely even learn how to beat, my heart dances
Learning that I never needed some answers
Looking for peace while I'm feeding my cancer
So I step, slide, separate
Whole life left field, MIA
Hold my breath, never left my gaze, yeah

So I step, slide, separate
(Step, slide, separate)
Whole life left field, MIA
(Swatch that)
Hold my breath, never met- wait, one more
(Separate my life, my life, my life, my life)
Twenty-thousand leagues under sea, I touch peace (okay, okay)
Step by step, I count it all to crush leaves
I left my faith in you inside of the worm's nest
And now I just talk to myself 'cause I find that it hurts less
Pacing, making faces, I can't shake the feeling
I wanted to kiss the stars but ended up face-to-ceiling
I let you in to let me out and now I'm stuck again
And sh*t don't make no sense no matter how I structure it
Everyone else gets a pa**
Everyone else was just having a bad day, say
Everyone else was just sad
Everyone else gets some slack
But when I'm at my lowest, components start frying inside of the board
On the mic, hit record, I'mma vent to myself
Because I can't afford no more dents in myself
Talking to you is just simple as hell
It's okay till you angry, baby, database my weakest links
Manage how I speak and think, push me to my deepest brinks
Teach me how your demons think, I'm screaming, thinking something's wrong
Sleeping in yo f**king arms and dreaming how they'll crush me
Go on, get it over with

So I step, slide, separate
My whole life left field, MIA
I hold my breath, never- (separate)
(Separate my life, my life, my life, my life)
I ain't really have words when I started this letter
Adjacent to the static I felt when I met her
It's a cup half full and too empty for effort
Hope to do better, search for the error
Stuck in this net, just seems like forever
We made a good movie and the profits were shared
Between moments of pa**ion and comfort and accidents
Somewhat a ma**acre, surely I said it
So bad at talking, I'm writing you
Mind moving fast like the type of emotion
So sorry 'cause now you the star of my ocean
I'm lost by the coast and I hope that you know
As I leap into traffic, this war's run cold
These holes in my jacket, pneumonia, I'm so
You queue with semantics, just cut me in half
To the tune of this madness, got pain in my gut
Not one to jack sh*t I ain't backing up
I've been holding sh*t away till my J had enough
N***as always talk flame but your waist's backing up
Shorty started my three but my plates stacking up
Baby, come to my suite, I'm the one packing love
If your ex would call me but I'm stuck strapping up
I write to my letters, now my pain's dapping up
You can remember or forget it but you stay pa**ionate
Got veins in your teeth like you made Dracula
While your teeth sucks me and I payed Acura
If you really knew me, then it's pain averaged out
But what I did in my week that did drain half a lump
Gotta stuttering speech just to strain at the club
If we ever lose weed, then I'll take half the drug
For the stop is just bleak and replaced after ya
Maybe ride in Sh*ts Creek and swim waves after ya
I'm sorry

(We're talking about two entirely different subjects here)

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