| Im a confident optimist
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| Until I gotta decide whats for lunch
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| Then I go back to instincts of marketing hostages
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| And wait for commercial break to tell what I want
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| Could of moved to Brooklyn could of moved to LA
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| But Minneap is home where I midi map my poems
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| To clouds and romanticize the rain
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| One mans melanoma another’s coffee stain Im probably sane
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| But get more neurotic each trip around the sun
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| Who reads the terms and conditions when their born
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| News leads reduce me to wake up kinda drunk
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| Who needs the stress of time travel when their bored
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| If I ever made a movie
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| I’d assassinate the main character during the open credits
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| Im hoping I can get it together for my date at the white house
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| But I’ll flake like I never got your message
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| Im a motivational speaker
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| With self sabotaging features
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| I talk myself out of everything
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| It’s a gateway drug to the petty things
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| Yeah… was gonna carpe the dim
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| Pay the car payment but I slid into some DM’s…
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| I promised myself I would not read the comments
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| The vomit at the bottom of the articles but -dammit
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| I set out looking for the God particle
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| But twist for umpteenth clicked on the BuzzFeed list
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| Of 9 potatoes that look like Channing Tatum
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| Shit, Fuck Mary Kill which to pick
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| Salisbury Hill watch city lights flick think which connections I should cut ah
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| fuck it
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| By day he make feng shui out the kumite country’s fascination with the gun play
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| Got him feeling some type of way, chased it with a vieux carre
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| One stray over where the coo coo lay
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| Was gonna trigger riot but caught a whiff of the molotov figured I should try it
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| Sip until the bottle gone then I nod off
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| It’s the avant god with an aha moment
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| And a notion i could, blah blah blah
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| Im a motivational speaker
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| With self sabotaging features
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| I talk myself out of everything
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| It’s a gateway drug to the petty things |