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Yo yo, yeah yeah, one two one two Hey hey, hey hey, yeah yeah, ah ha I got dust from space in my lungs I got love and hate on my tongue Tryna find my way on the run (on the run, yo) Yo, look I felt I was made of fibreglass Got up and felt quite bizarre See we're fragile by nature, sign of our Inner demons intervening like we can't think of meaning in anything we doing But we tryna drift through and look for the brighter moments Heart was wider open when I started to trust (for real) Piling up the pressure like we can't combust Self-sacrifice, without the knowledge of it Spat my drink out, sh*t I spilled a lot of knowledge I'm nodding off and drifting away, missing for days I'll call you when I need su't Which from you would be never That's a foolish endeavour I was scooped from the heavens In a dump truck, jumped in the back and then stuck both my thumbs up (skreech) The tyres went I was headed back to Earth on that funky ride again I got dust from space in my lungs I got love and hate on my tongue Tryna find my way on the run While everybody fighting for scraps like there's not enough Don't get yours. they say it's rotten luck Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough Don't get yours. they say it's rotten luck Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough It was looking like hell Lookin' like help wasn't coming so I helped myself (woo) Smoke from the ears, sh*t, I musta blown a fuse or two On a IV like a four in Roman numerals In the bed looking like a bag of lunch meat Needle shots in my arm, feeling like a junkie The other heads looking f**ked and they leave to smoke outside while hooked up to machines I flee with the urgency Scenes are disturbing me Open heart without the surgery When they heard me speak Turning beef into candle-lit meals for two (what?) Well, I'm a nice guy, what the f**k should I do? (okay) It's like learning to walk again Relearn, fresh start (yeah) and now we're born again Got 'em swinging to the symphony we orchestrate Felt like I was done with it until I got the call again I got dust from space in my lungs I got love and hate on my tongue Tryna find my way on the run While everybody fighting for scraps like there's not enough Don't get yours. they say it's rotten luck Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough Don't get yours. they say it's rotten luck Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
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