| Skeleton
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| Dead elegance
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| You soft like Eberjey
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| This blunt, I ain’t sharin' it
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| We what they starin' at
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| Like we sellin' it
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| Grave on my chest and it Bam like Element
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| Try to touch it, you get froze like the elements
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| Then I defrost them with the heat that is the hell in me
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| Make them feel defeat
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| Give me 50 feet
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| Midwest motherfucker straight up out the weeds
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| Still sitting in the car with the radio on
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| Watching life as it pass me by
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| Try to turn off my brain, throw away all the shame
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| Starting a new today but I fail
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| Every time
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| Every line that I speak I fall behind
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| I’m my mind, but you’re my heart
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| I think that I might be falling apart
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| SESH |