Correction Paroles An awkward freestyle par Tyler, The Creator

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I keep it moving
I never stop
I race myself around the clock just like an hour watch
And yes I see a bunch of kids trying to be like us
A bunch of rap-addicts, sad, manic-ridden do or don'ts
Doing things that move the dust
We're all degenerates generating our energy like coffee in Folgers cups
You know it is us, folding over many bus
Doing so all remaining anonymous

I tore the ocean, and crossed it just like Moses
I'm on to newer sh*t I multiply just like mitosis
Your diagnosis of me forgot about my psychosis
Overdoses on drugs, doing the most to get as close to
Being engrossed, the host is just a-
A f**king shell for embodiment of a ghost that I could
Call more a demon, with reason, a ghoul with sharpening evil and
I just cannot stay idle, so I accept it with ease

And from my grave, woken from my rest I lay
I check the time with no delay, get up and I go grab my spray
c*ck back and I pull the trigger, faster than andele
'Cause I'm going insane
Feels like Andre-the-f**king-Giant really crushing my brain
I'm gone again, the f**king rush of pain has sent me off the edge
I'm often bent, well I would be regardless, but this sh*t has sent
A f**king chill down my spine, the only feeling that I have left
Guess I'll go lie down again

I play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag

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