| Landscaping, picturesque
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| Hands kill, skin protects
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| Man’s will, pins to death
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| But when I point it out I’m getting incorrect
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| For getting into depth
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| Tread lightly, but I’m into neck and I’m sinking in
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| Supposed to paint a false image to gain success
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| But I couldn’t even make it in
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| Free throws didn’t even sink it in
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| All I need is an inch and I didn’t even fix the win
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| Took time to perfect this
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| I didn’t want to be the one who sticks it in
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| No forcing when trying to make something stable and soothing
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| But there’s a lot of horse in it coarse in it
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| Barely remorse in it
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| My heart’s empty you could fit a Porsche in it
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| Split it up and portion it
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| But the pain’s been drained
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| I already forfeited it to the instrumentals
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| Where it’s hard to lie so my opinion is incidental
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| A brand new violin’s potential
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| To subdue silence essentially a fixed temple
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| To the scenery because the greenery is not what it seems to be
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| They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping
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| They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping |
| They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping
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| They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping
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| Landscaping
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| Landscaping, picturesque
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| Hands kill, skin protects
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| Man’s will, pins to death
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| But when I point it out I’m getting incorrect
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| For my night vision and looking into depth
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| And everything is dark blue in the infrared
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| Bruised and struggling against the meds
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| It’s why the paper is cruising against the led
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| And the pangs are brooding against the head
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| Dark past, dark future, my gallery is too saddening
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| When cars crash you depart sooner, but it’s not the case
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| We ought to blossom when we drop the problems that we ought to face
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| Trying to plant seeds in an awkward place
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| We can not replace and drop face
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| They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping
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| They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping
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| They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping
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| They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping |
| Landscaping
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| Landscaping, picturesque
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| Hands kill, skin protects
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| Man’s will, pins to death
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| Landscaping, picturesque
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| Hands kill, skin protects
|
| Man’s will, pins to death
|
| But when I point it out I’m getting incorrect
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| But when I point it out I’m getting incorrect
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| (They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping)
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| (They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping)
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| (They say a man hates me, that I spam hatred, but I’m landscaping)
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| (They say the man’s statements is mad flagrant, but I’m landscaping)
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| (Landscaping) |