| I awoke with a stocked fridge in my heart
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| New padded wall paper on my brain walls
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| Suede beanbag sitting in my mind
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| On some spiritual interior design shit
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| Squint
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| Could it be it ain’t that bad after all?
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| Could’ve sworn I had demons at the door they was looking like
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| All my fears squadded up shit was mad odd but
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| I don’t see them anymore long as I squint
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| In the mirror see a fucking eagle
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| Flowing in the room, used to see a plucked seagull
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| I done thrown enough bricks to build a cathedral
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| Time to get over yourself, go build with your people
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| Mutual vibes, who you gon' rely on
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| When the brews and the doobies stop doing they job
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| It’s on you, Eye
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| I’m living in the future times tryna see through the lies
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| Squint
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| Don’t stare too hard now
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| All that noise in the corner of your eye, let it die down
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| Nothing for you in them dark clouds
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| Clean your fucking house
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| Don’t stare too hard now
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| Squinty eyed, liftin' the blinds
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| Looking like a day that might be mine
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| Lately all my days been on the same tape
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| Let my other self off, I forgot to rewind
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| But this might be the come up
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| Long as I don’t let my eyes run down a tunnel
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| Long as I don’t analyse the stairs while I run up
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| Kisses on the forehead, put that on my mother
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| Before I turn hors d’oeuvres for the worms
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| And my ashes cold-lamping in the urn on the fireplace
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| I’mma grind away, fuck with these high stakes
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| Shout out to I heard you got curve
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| Lobster with the butter, what a healer
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| Be one or eat one
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| Mutual I 'bout to feast
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| Like a squeeze on the cheek, I put that on my niece
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| Squint
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| Ay, don’t stare too hard now
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| All that noise in the corner of your eye, let it die down
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| Nothing for you in those dark clouds
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| Don’t stare too hard now, don’t stare at the dark |