| You’re so gone
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| Ten toes down but nothing to stand on
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| Get a handle on yourself, hands are clammy, hands are cold
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| Gotta hand it to the host, the music choice is perfect
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| And the lights are like the last light you liked on the horizon
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| And the life you like was laughable, it’s done and you’re expiring
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| (Hahaha) Why you say that? |
| Wide awake and why did they laugh?
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| While the way the blinds can play that, tattoo stripes across the face that—
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| Wait, how you looking at your face when your face is on your face?
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| This is somthing you should face, you should— fuck, this song slap, though
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| All their faces facing wrong looking at what got you lost
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| Can’t thy see they seeing backwards? |
| Ugh, somebody turn this shit up
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| Everything’s frozen, the world is fast and now look at them go
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| All of the cataracts floating outside of your vision are inching in,
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| what do they know?
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| They are just dust, they are just birds, they are just dragons, they are just
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| nerves
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| Up to the end, are they getting closer? |
| Are they spilling words?
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| Is their shattered mirror picture clearer than yours?
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| And it feel like
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| Get your ass down to the floor
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know, you ain’t so special when everything glows
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| And it’s so gone over you, it’s so gone over you
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| You so gone, it’s all gone and it’s long overdue
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| You got nothing to prove, you are nothing, you know
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| All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor
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| Pick up the pieces
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| Pick up the cues like a human
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| See, what you need is—
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| Fuck are you doing?
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| Riding 'round euphoria with hammers out the window
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| Whistle Crip and crack a rainbow, make it rain dance for your people
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| Put a pound of joy up in a pill then crush it down to powder
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| Let it sit under your tongue and check back in about a hour
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| It’s that lover love and lost, it’s that lost that lovin' feelin'
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| It’s that base jump from the window while you dancing on the ceiling
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| It’s that (Whoop), geeked up, it’s that sky, it’s deeper
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| Than that pool you swim in, you inside the speaker
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| It’s your song, sling that tightrope, walk the skin inside your teeth
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| Call that floss and bleeding diamonds, fine if you could only reach
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| Ones up in the sky is smiling, they so fine and they so far
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| And you so small and so you find that you’ve been wishing on a star
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| Do you feel that?
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| And it feel like
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| Get your ass down to the floor
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know, you ain’t so special when everything glows
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| And it’s so gone over you, it’s so gone over you
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| You so gone, it’s all gone and it’s long overdue
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| You got nothing to prove, you are nothing, you know
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| All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor
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| Things you seen since last you saw yourself would turn a man to dust
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| The things you dreamed in lieu of all the hells were just imagination 'cause
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| You couldn’t bear to see the limit of yourself for what it was
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| The good you wear on sleeves just isn’t much
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| Your body is a drug you love, you crush
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| Make the most of magic, map the math of it
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| Master mouthpiece and extract the past from it
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| Plummet, plumb it, plum pit, fruit
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| Summit, some shit, sunk ship, loot
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| Loop, feedback, look, see that
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| Bloody sack, you used to be that
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| The mind is a façade
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| The blind idiot god
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| Will guide to your demise
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| So fine, let it be gone
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| Get your ass down to the floor
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know, you ain’t so special when everything glows
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| And it’s so gone over you, it’s so gone over you
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| You so gone, it’s all gone and it’s long overdue
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| You got nothing to prove, you are nothing, you know
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| All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor |