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Wait They tell me I’m way too manic Too busy stannin' BROCKHAMPTON and killin' choruses I don’t needa retort You should consider uppin' your standards Or grab your stolen romantic You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store Play this record as frequently as— (Mmm) Okay, it's happening, everybody stay calm Yeah What's the procedure everyone? What's the procedure? Stay ****ing calm (br-br-brakence) I'm-I’m done askin' when the pain gonna stop All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah So I'ma say just what I thought There is no expression on the face of God You are listening to a child at play And please don’t lay me in your box Coffins make me lazy and in hell I wanna spark, yeah Don’t wanna wake up in the dark There is no expression on the face of G— If you ever catch on fire you should stop, drop, and roll Whoa, on your spine like a little cousin But take my sweet time when I spit a dozen, yeah People ask if this my prime Peek a couple doors right, on sight, only will be stuntin' Uh, I just gotta put my mind to somethin' Pretend I practice on the dollar, but you know I’m bluffin' Money is time, but who needs to pay When a divine four minutes and 59 gonna save me Weight fades, that’s a moral slate Need your mother remotivatin' with cordial hate Ain’t no story, cater to the allegory Like a hero's ballad with nothin' but a belated date Zero status with a bullcat bureau I’m on that full cap quiero I spiraled down to pose here and say If I'ma get it, no Novocaine Better bring the gang wit' me, I’m a sober man, yeah Whoa, well, I can’t take my time But it’s been confusin' tryna make up my mind Is this illusion tryna live in your eyes? In your eyes (Whoa) Uh But lived through it when my voice arose The path is littered with hurdles taller than coffee I avoided loads of problems in that skinny body But my purpose is more than callin' my fault Write in homage That’s a whole lot God knows, I promise I'm gon' grow from the hate Yeah, I feel the love when it goes away While you’re too golden to care about our decay Wait They tell me I’m way too manic Too busy stannin' BROCKHAMPTON and killin' choruses I don’t needa retort You should consider uppin' your standards Or grab your stolen romantic You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store And it’s automatic I gotta have it, ain’t so static I’m foreshadowin', it’s about to happen You mad 'cause I got the advantage no shock tactics Make reckless abandon a torch against dogmatics, and I'm-I’m done askin' when the pain gonna stop All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah So I’ma say just what I thought There is no expression on the face of God And please don’t lay me in your box Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark Yeah, don’t wanna wake up in the dark There is no expression on the face of— I’m done askin' when the pain gonna stop All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk Yeah, so I’ma say just what I thought There is no expression on the face of God And please don’t lay me in your box Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark Won't wanna wake up in the dark There is no expression on the face of God
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