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I don't enjoy music, I just perceive it
I don't give out free thought, I just receive it
Dick tied in a knot, You're in? tell me why not
Face covered in snot, we're just spreading apart
Drifting my part like my mind a lot
I'm loud on that film, material slim
Material whim, ethereal steam
I skim off my skin
I lean and I scream
It's all to begin, society skill
I can't grasp the feel
Keep ending up kill
Remember no feel, filled up like a shill
Pretending it's real
Sick with no appeal
tripping life surreal,
cerebral surrender
after 3 day bender
delirium vertigo, Givenchy flamingo
kick out the chair bingo
I'm standing on air
held up by enlightenment
succession delightment
I throw shade like kuda
Nirvana like buddha
Been friendly like Iuda
Slick like barracuda
I couldn't go hood
stay hungry for food
Venetus papyri on Harris Johana
It looks so appealing, boletus satana
I pop it o pana light up marijuana
end up on the look chill like Dalai Lama
kill bill with a lama, trade blade with Osama
Split trade in Havana, white dirty like sana
Trip back power setting
All gone to forgetting
make room for the next
unmeaningful text
Umbilical cord
Break sound like Concord
Play Ouija board
with knife and a sword
Autohypnotic, my thoughts are erratic
Demonic chaotic, subhuman psychotic
Life drowned in narcotics
Movements are robotic
Think anti anthropic
Pseudo philosophic
The feeling's alogic
Will end catastrophic
dimorphic persona
while close to the coma
Distinct, still remembered in so many forms
Hold them like a member that is full of worms
Ego death December, washed up on the shores
unwanted forever, waste time on locked doors
will I live forever, guess only death knows
Those who left already, I tell you be ready
I keep getting close to living forever with those.
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Moonlight [ft. TLD 999]
02:34
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My hoof's hitting the truf on the drop top roof
Shit goes boof, dropping bodies bullet proof
Goof on the knife, red heat tail pipe
Bud in light, it's gonna be alright
Prime in fight, alone in might
Mind off white, on string she bite
Struggle tight, hustle like skewer
Broken off the sewage sewer
Sound on fleek it can't be newer
Life on peak like death pursuer
Stick on J roll and hit play
Gone away, blaze blaze
Pass it mane bloodshot bloodclat
It still goes like it or not
Smoke on my face
Cut to the chase
You're a disgrace
Smoking that laced
You'll get replaced
Blood level raised
Mind is erased
Psychotic craze
Erotic craves
So many ways
In which nature pays
The respect you praised
By twisting the phase
Neck on razor blade
about to cascade
Bleeding in the moonlight,
While your consciousness fade.
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Foley [prod. by HOST]
02:55
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And I'm like hocus pocus
Found myself out of focus
I just can't find my locus
Working on my magnum opus
Going forward while still hopeless
Stuck in the position, lotus
Look so tame yet so precocious
Easily prone to psychosis
Family done, who's the boss?
It's hard to say when I'm alone
In someone's home, it's not my own
Carry my loan to my prognosis
And I lost it, and I crossed it
Line from reality to hospice
And I'm worthless in my swollness
Unforgetting and remorseless
It's all getting to a point
Of shut down with the last joint
Take the crown made by my hand
And just look how proud I stand
Open up not to defend
Just fend for yourself my friend
I still stand off light on warning
Falling down always seems charming
Divine hand holding my leg
With the swine until I beg
For forgiveness, I'm not sorry
The swine king in all my glory
Drag me lower, make me burn
The only way I can learn
Better than a zombie bird
All the lions that I lured
Here's my trophy, hold my head
So heavy made out of led
Am I mad, I know I'm fed
With all the life that I had
Such a spike on a thin plain
What's the height that I'll attain
So dry play the dance of rain
So high with a stain of pain
Stay away demon of fame
Backwards thinking got my name
Sequence blinking watch the game
Surface sane then blown away
Get the strippings
From my pickings
You can call me
Dr. Picklings
Here between so many chickens
In-between I got the stiffings
All the thickness and the freakness
On the search for Mr. Mittens
I can't stress enough my rest
Face still still how much I'll last
Do my best being the last
Like a pest my hand is crawling
On her chest she seems so worried
Following on like a story
Abrupt end slap with a foley.
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Chunni
01:52
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On my last piece of paper
Realest shit couldn't be faker
I'm a creeper, I'm a reaper
Sometimes just a silent sipper
Disappear, I scream inside
Paralyzed up in my mind
Can't breathe still clinging to life
The instinct still hasn't died
They still test me while I'm resting
In a state that's so arresting
That is almost interlacing
With the reality were facing
Are we all or it's inside
Solipsism down my mind
Of the all it's just a fake
By the time waiting to break
Into pieces from the species
We evolved up to what reaches
The peak from which we will fall
All right back into the all
Like a hole that is included
My existence not concluded
It eluded from the norm
It's excluded like a worm
In which form under the meaning
Of the horn from so called demon
Only world that I see gleaming
Is the one beyond believing
But still living I can't try
My luck on self sacrifice
While I'm high still high I'm rambling
When I'm drunk after I'm trembling
I'm still gambling with my mind
Always has something to hide
Up it's sleeves, deep down I'm hanging
By the neck until I'm having
Some good stuff to get me going
Off the hook that I've been sewing
To my mouth but I'm still blowing
Bubbles, bubbles out my mouth
When they pop they call you cunt
Straight upfront but they're still weary
Still the part that gets me very
Up for stunt amused and rused
It's almost never refused
But what use it's used already
Freddy teddy keeps me steady
Leady heavy but still cloudy
Hound still friendly but barks loudly
Hear the sound of louded terror
And reduce it all to zero
Hero hero, hiro hiro
Walk around they call me Spiro
Cleaner than the finest mirror
But I can never see clearer.
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5. |
Tired
01:43
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On count, bank account
Broken front, pull a stunt
Fuck a cunt, play my part
Cut apart, on that hot,
On that cold, game on hold
Fold the hand, bluff the end, I pretend
It's all good, shady friend, cloudy bed
It's all hood till the end
Knife in hand, gun on stand
To defend my ego
Go out pimped out like I'm regal
Fly tiger eagle
Fly like a seagull
As you can figure
Not afraid to pull the trigger only to fill bigger
Then I linger why I'm eager
Snakes crawl up like dollar figures
Always single, roll in stunts
Always single rolling blunts
Sample cuts it's all in parts
Shoot 'em down like playing darts
Counterparts follow my actions
Always lacking the affection
Executed to perfection
Done with the upmost attention
People always feel the tension
Nervous while they see me walking
Bending space-time this dimension
You can't question what I'm talking.
I'm tired of blacking out
I'm tired of being high
I'm tired, I'm passing out
I'm tired of life.
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