| I can’t wait for the sky to fall
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| Picture me rising up until I burn
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| Like a comet from the ground
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| Bones turn to dust
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| I’m a desert in the urn
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| Never see my guts
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| May they fatten up the Earth
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| My body is a temple and that
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| It splits in half with the death of a sun
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| Magic spitting from the head of a gun
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| I’m embedded with
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| Cold for the people never credited
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| The storm
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| Stronger when I stray from the norm
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| I feel worn out from alternate realities
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| It’s never happening
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| But always feel like the end is near
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| Wonder if this mic check is last
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| For a mind-vent on side-text and mind-sex
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| I’m next to shine
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| Mind or imaginary divine
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| My ears grew the grapevine you swear by
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| So forced intercourse what you heard
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| Nothing in this world can be seen for
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| What it’s really worth so
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| Pick your poison
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| Oops, I meant your paper
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| There’s still the six yous
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| On the screen from a neighbor
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| You need opinion
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| Who else but someone else?
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| You can savor that
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| Meanwhile
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| Some lockjaw continues freestyling
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| In a savior hat
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| Substances run amok
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| Spreads thin among the bucks
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| Get a bill for everyone of them
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| Scope out the new generation
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| In a Mack truck
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| I’m a bad egg
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| Straight from a bad duck
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| I turned alcoholic on a case full of bad luck
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| The end is nearsighted
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| All people fear silence
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| The deafening roar of Earth minus
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| Us
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| Equals nature
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| Abomination
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| Wayne about to do everything but placate you
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| Major birds say he’s breaded
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| Try to fry the words
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| I’ll just land on my feet with street credit
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination)
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| Unstoppable forces meet unmovable objects
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| I put the second basic physics on a piston
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| Push it, mission, the condition
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| My opponents to submission
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination)
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| Don’t test the waters
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| If your crew’s afraid of swimming
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination) x2
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| Yeah
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| I can’t wait for the sky to fall
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| Picture me rising like a comet from the ground
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination)
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| My bones turn to dust
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| I’m a desert in the urn
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination)
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| Never see my guts
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| May they fatten up the earth
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination)
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| Unstoppable forces meet unmovable objects
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| (Falling deeper in a hallucination) x3
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| (Falling deeper in a —) |