| I was gone for a minute, now I’m back
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| Young Bones cashed, ripping Chia seed packs
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| Counter top’s sticky from the fruit getting pressed
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| Local grown goods make a multicolored mess
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| Corpse full of flax, and a skull full of ash
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| Touch and feel the past, let the flashbacks flash
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| Young William Lamb trying to live off up off the land
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| Living off the plants like it’s 1810
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| Sticking to the plans, cause we know the fucking end
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| We’ve all seen what happens, still they try and just pretend
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| I don’t wanna know you or your friends, cause you do it for the wrong reasons
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| Young and I’m hopeless, bust all my emotions
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| The place I was put is a rock that’s eroded
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| Trying to work the motion, locking out the bullshit
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| But all I can do is pick grains for my potions
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| Let it sink in, let me be the fucking lotion
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| Cleanse you of disease, and I leave blunt smoking
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| Himalayan salt from the docks
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| Grind it down then I pour it on top
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| Himalayan salt from the docks
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| Grind it down then I pour it on top |