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Luna Melt
03:28
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This is what shit looks like
When shit don't look right
Open up my eyes: raw, crusty bitches
But they don't deceive me
Wipin' off these cold stains
Starin' at this old frame
Alarm set to Coltrane
But there's no love in heart of city
Holy lectures never tethered anything together for me
Always left it to reflection what a heathen
That's the reason he be sinnin' in a sea of algorithms
Add it up
Maybe not and something different aided in the lazy interest
(Or the lack thereof) for winning
Admiration of the Sainthood painted on the glass division made a stain in vision
This is what shit looks like
When shit don't look right
Open up my eyes: raw, crusty bitches
But they don't deceive me
Wipin' off these cold stains
Starin' at this old frame
Alarm set to Coltrane
But there's no love in heart of city
Raisin like a purple playa
Singin' about grapes in nature
Californication while the Marvin echoes through the vapors
Now that I'm an adult it's a caddle prod accumulator
Looming over humans with a cumin crusted piece of cake to
Sweeten and make easy
Demon priestess acrobatics
Fallin' off a cliff of shit into a double broken back flip
Abbott and Costello ho
Mass confusion stereo
Better off I'm Godless than if I were led to sellin' dope
This is what (Shit looks like)
Shit looks like (Don't look right)
Shit don't like right now (My eyes raw)
My eyes are so raw now (My eyes raw)
Got these cold stains (These cold stains)
Lord these cold stains (This old frame)
Oh in this old frame now (And Coltrane)
Coltrane (And Coltrane)
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Unbelievable
03:08
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Ragin's gotta stop
Before we take it to a place that makes us hot
Red and anxious revelations interlock intertwine and interrupt
Outta time and outta luck
Out my mind and singin' stuff like
La la la
On the top, bucket and a mop
Illustrated albatrosses flock
From the sky they mock
No one give a shit 'cause they don't really exist
But they're real as fuck to me and that's why I must insist
Look I'm tellin you
You're gonna like em' boo
They're an exciting few turn ya life to lightning who
Will ask questions no one else will out of fright
Here's one for example may arise tonight
Why do these bitches look like Blanka
And expect me to subject myself to electrocution
When I already got Chun-Li in my bedroom
Texting a slew of dirty picture with emojis
Implying she wants to shred on my peen
I'm on my Ryu and my Guile so the question suits my style
But the quality to rile
Winds up overshadowing what charm I put on for a while
So the end result is pugilism might be on the ground with no teeth
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Safe at home does not apply to me now
Late at night birds are back in my house
Leave a scream at the door before knockin'
Leave a limb on the porch, just for show
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3. |
Andy.
03:46
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No man can fuck me up
No god can smite me down
No one can tell me shit
No government or crown
Nomadic opportunistic
Oppose operatic fat women
Ain't no closin' cappin' happenin'
Hate ya'll music ain't no trappin' him
Holy fuckery
Ain't that what it's come to be
Ride around uncomfortably
Until a Goddess takes the cum from me
What else
I'm in a conversation with myself
Apologizin' for not standin' up for what I felt
About the circumstances leadin' up holding all this guilt
Flowers wilt but not the this shit that I put in my will
Vaults of records so even if I go
My family's got album's worth of music to sell that I wrote
Up and down in levels
Restraint
Jumpin' out the window always
Soakin' through my pillow
My face is lost overboard
Anxious in a silo
Cylinder
High-winded insufferable
Unless you're a fighter
And willing to bleed, willing to scream
I done lost my filter
There is nothing I'm afraid of now
I spit alotta oceanic
Unclassifiables
20,000 leagues I been through no one could touch the fireball
Silently shifted eyes on a championship arrival
But stifled before the Gatorade deluge flooded my smile
Been a while since I gave a fuck about
Gettin' back on the mound and showin' off what all the fuss about
How the discussion went from what pitch he shuffles in glove around
To why his off field troubles made their way to the dugout
I gotta
Remove whatever demons were alive at the time of my birth
Conceived in a hearse not really but it's how I'm feelin'
After all I'm a ghost like every evenin'
That I chose not to embrace a feeling
And instead be froze by a weightless being
That controlled which way my heart was leaning
Glued my eyes to the ceiling
Tried to keep me so afraid
So I swallowed a grenade
Up and down in levels
Restraint
Jumpin' out the window always
Soakin' through my pillow
My face is lost overboard
Anxious in a silo
Cylinder
High-winded insufferable
Unless you're a fighter
And willing to bleed, willing to scream (Willing to bleed, willing to scream)
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4. |
United Skates
03:23
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With the crumbs left over on my plate
From a meal that wasn't worth my time
On a day that couldn't even meet
The basest of desires, I wanna start a fire
Animal herded onto a train
Appreciative of the trough
The window looks just like my face
It used to be so soft, it used to have a gloss
What if I got used to it?
Run up the stairs
Fall down the pit
Find a crevice
Where I fit
Look no further
For advancement
Be finished.
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