| Part of my pelvis motionless
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| Emotionless, just my hands moving
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| The MG-B wheel is too smooth and
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| I be speeding like the Knight Rider, how we end movies, little prostitute
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| How you coming to me with this attitude
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| How you bring me down when I’m reaching this altitude?
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| Don’t wanna feel you like a mustard and pickles sandwich
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| Run out of electrodes, it’s very unrelated to every type of electronics, woo
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| Feeling like I’m free of every single chain
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| Leaving the picture for reality getting out of a fictious frame,
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| remove the tea bag cause the glass empty, leave me hanging with the sensation
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| of addiction, infectious pain
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| Shit I feel like I’m becoming anxious damn
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| Break every single skull that tryna stop my odyssey, I’m a traumatized nigga,
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| only thing I have left turning against me
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| And only reason I totally changed for is because of (LIVE.)
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| Trapped because of everything you’ve dreamed about…
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| The envy killed you…
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| 2/3: His Fall
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| Bad place at a bad time
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| All dark in the middle of the night
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| Big flash, I became blind
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| Rewind, I was all alone
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| All alone at a red stop
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| Somebody came then knocked, asked for smoke, nigga I don’t smoke,
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| roll the window up, put his hand on it, window stopped but it ain’t blocked
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| Threat alert, asked me for a dollar, then I reach to the glove box
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| Wait 'till the nigga isn’t lookin', knock his face on the door like who the
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| fuck did you try to rob, he fell, start to scream like a bitch, well
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| That ain’t my problem, push a pedal
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| My car reversed, weird gift
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| Thought that when I tried to reach the glove box, I might have moved the
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| gearshift
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| So the car stops, on some weird shit
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| I’m tryna start again, no juice, exclamation point, screaming then stop,
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| I am done talking, and I count my words cause I feel like Imma reach the last
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| dot
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| An other nigga comes from the shadow, walking fast like the time’s running
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| See my time’s coming, red stop still on, what will be the next stop?
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| I start to picture what Heaven’s like, saying «thanks God» then I get shot,
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| *double gunshot*
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| (I know you… I know you…)
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| (I know you… I know you…)
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| 3/3: Quick, Run!!!
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| Waking up in an unknown universe, cursed
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| I can’t even feel my right leg truly, butt hurts
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| Am I articulating enough? |
| I don’t hear myself
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| What the fuck just happened
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| I don’t know
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| Heart monitor is singing
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| Phone won’t stop ringing
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| I listen to the Roof’s voice
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| Best thing that I’m feeling
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| Heart monitor is slowing down
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| Phone won’t stop ringing
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| I listen to the Man’s voice
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| Rest in peace, stay chilling
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| I’m all drugged out
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| I can’t even speak properly
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| Grizzly stick where the purple is
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| Man I gotta escape
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| Morphine in the vains
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| Blood stain on the hands
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| More things in the brain
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| Man I gotta escape
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| I need a Percocet
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| I need a perc to set
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| I need a park to visit
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| I need a window to jump out of it
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| I need a car to land on
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| And I need to fuck that nurse
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| I need to find a chair
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| I really need some air…
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| LITTLE VOICE IN GRIZZLY’S HEAD: One other step, just one more…
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| One more, one more, WATCH OUT!
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| GRIZZLY: Oh my God…
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| SUBCONSCIOUS: Yeah, I know, it’s painful
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| G: Ouh that hurts…
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| S: Okay get back to yourself, get back to yourself…
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| G: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…
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| S: Nooooooooo, B, C…
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| G: *mimicking the police siren* One, two, one, two, one, two, one.
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| S: It’s okay, we’ll get you out of it right…
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| LVIGH: I don’t know… that’s the Fort-Talisman, nobody survived to…
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| G: Is it sweat or water?
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| LVIGH: It’s getting hot in here right?
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| G: What was in this fucking morphine?
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| S: Okay something is happening, something is happening…
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| Grizzly passes out. |
| He finds himself in another dimension
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| G: Okay, now where am I?
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| S: Actually nowhere, you’ve just passed out. |
| Wake up!
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| Grizzly wakes up in the desert, in the middle of nowhere. |
| He’s super confused
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| G: What… what is… WHAT THE F… |