| Yo, I was gonna write a song but my pen broke
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| And now I’m crying on my own give a fuck, I bet my friends don’t
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| And now I sit in this lesson, thinking is this depression
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| Or is my brain still simply missing a section, I’m distant
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| We all call to bricks in a wall, well I’m the drillbit spinning forcing bits to
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| the fall
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| And I’m still sick print it like I pissed in the pool
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| In the winter missing and still drippeling bo
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| I think these days people need to lay of the clichés
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| Waking each day in the grave for your weeks wage
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| I play games just to keep sane, and my peeps says «Peace James!»
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| Nah fuck it, He’s strange, never gonna behave, never gonna be shit
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| Sweet kid level but he’s never gonna reach it, whatever get a clean script
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| I speak deepness, percieve these with genies to freak with
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| Now I never seen a reason for wishing
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| And I never seen a need for decision
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| Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker
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| I’ll never be the creature that didn’t
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| Now I never seen a reason for wishing
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| And I never seen a need for decision
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| Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker
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| I’ll never be the creature that didn’t
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| Yo, I was gonna read my palm but my eyes burst
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| As the bright words spiraled my mind but my mind hurts
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| So now I came to a decision, thinking this isn’t living
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| Swimming in the pit I piss and I shit in
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| It’s triple wishing that got me face down in my sketchbook
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| I hate sound and a frown is my best look
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| From here on out I’m just opening experience floating in decision
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| While I’m close within the millions, hoping I can fly away
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| And find a nicer life, I hate to cry so I just sit tight and bite my lip to
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| hide the pain
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| Stay in line with the higher pains and get discount on every slumps that saves,
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| I can buy a brain
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| But I’m the kind of guy to try that and try again
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| Why lay in climax and die that’s a crying shame
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| Lay back and try to die in pain
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| Instead I leave my mind three times as mashed and I cry again
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| Now I never seen a reason for wishing
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| And I never seen a need for decision
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| Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker
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| I’ll never be the creature that didn’t
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| Now I never seen a reason for wishing
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| And I never seen a need for decision
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| Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker
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| I’ll never be the creature that didn’t |