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Down here, stuck with the lifelong trip out there
Empty my head to feel the sh*t somewhere
With nothing at all to do with crossing rags
Building love around music, if you alive
And you ain't been through sh*t if you survived
You understand the true bits, it's you and I married behind the eyes
Thought you outgrew this, then you felt the sky
Lay you down like some California thighs
It's all so simple when you live for pride
Got you in a pickle with two 45's
A clean heart saloon that makes you wanna die
A clean heart's a tune that won't be denied, notice scars
Feel so go inside, got half the world
Wondering if they're alive, bracing love
Will they know I will slide? Take a swallow, soldier on all your life's despise

Under the bridge, over the water
Cutting my lips, soaking like collars
B***ons flying, magic dollars
Wants them crying, manics holler
Touch this frightening, no don't bother
When one hit bites me, I know it's hotter than hot enough
Older than your father, locked up and knocked up
C*ck what you want, but
Shots will fly if you drop the wrong one
In my lots of octopus with clear white eyes
If all you got is a beer, why try?
Above the block, feeling like I'm high
Getting danked
Sitting tanked, giving thanks for thoughtless pranks
Do a backflip off the plank
Energetic death from a shank, f**k the bank, mind blank out reality
Cus it's only temporal, less essential, always exponential
Safety in the dull timeline sequential
Check it out y'all, you ever felt chronologies?
Integrate numb like amount of years to wait

Where we are on this plane where we like to die every other day
Tired of these zombie games
Broken hearts and freeway lanes
Swallowing the trail that's beneath the grain
The Sun rises for the unacclaimed
And many gifts man can never explain
Right at the the points where your eyes are splayed
By the weight of hunger, happiness will change
N***a, don't your punk a** get this game?

Two thousand ways to die, choose one
Reason from the chosen Sun, to the frozen cub of clones get 808
Drum danked out voice tone, sometimes it gets heavy, breathy deceit
The best kind of lies, natural receipts
Common creep into thought
TV was named but alive
And told you when you die, what you be
Flagpole drags roll out on flip off, the street about to trip
Want the heat to split me open
Hit me, I'm frozen
Kiss me, I'm closing
Doors on gypsies floating above floors
Tipsy off what you're giving up on
Come on, everything but destiny is in my way
Let it be til I say "ok"

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