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...is just fine today
01:50
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I've got a rodent problem.
I can't stand these rats...
For now we crash down like bolts of lighting,
yet the starry sky was unforgiving
Who let the criminal say his famous last words?
(Are you dying?)
I swear to god I'll figure out a solution to this.
So I guess I'm left to pick scabs off my skin,
I've been bitten by rats, but still I shout as a crow
I've got a rodent problem, I can't stand these rats.
To live a nice life is a fucking fantasy
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01:49
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I sold my soul, I sold my time, for the ability to write beats and rhyme in a confessional manner, I'll air it all and when I do will all my stupid white boy problems seem small
I still have dark thoughts, I still wake up at night thinking 'what the fuck am I going to do with my life' and 'All my friends, will I bring them along or just pen lyrics to more angst ridden songs?'
And if it's obvious then I'm oblivious, being dead serious and laughing at the weirdest shit. I haven't felt like myself in 15 years, it's kind of freaking me out, it's kind of weird.
But I'm numb to that, always been always will be, I'll be hanging alone not having fun til it kills me.
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I've been worried about my health
so much so I've missed out
so fuck it I don't care anymore
If I die then I die
AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH
I haven't felt comfort in years
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH
I haven't felt comfort in years
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6. |
Take Offense
01:51
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Hypnagogia
00:43
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'Alright guys? Do you think you can lay down a beat for me?'
'Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm'
'Fuck that was bad, okay, I'll get it started'
Life's hard for slackers, but I don't think slackers care at all
playing punchies with my friends, making excuses for benson so he don't get mad
We stayed up all night drinking soda
I swear we'll make it out of the park
get a fresh start
and stop pissing benson off (AAAAAAAAAAH)
It's getting old waking up to him flipping tables while we take out the trash
WHO PUT THIS HOLE IN THE WALL?
STOP PLAYING PUNCHIES!
GET BACK TO WORK!!
Where's my lucky break?
Life's hard for slackers, but I don't think slackers care at all
If we don't make it out of the park,
we WON'T get a fresh start, or stop pissing Benson off
WE'LL FIX THAT HOLE IN THE WALL
WE'LL STOP PLAYING PUNCHIES
WE'LL GET BACK TO WORK
WE'LL STAY UP ALL NIIIIIGHT, DRINKING SODA
WHERE'S MY LUCKY BREAK?
We should stop slacking off
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02:33
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