| From the small blown window
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| Grey
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| No planes, baby I am grounded…
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| I hear the kids out, Americano, Great fuckin' day, I’m off
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| Falling in a part time mouth, arranging broke brains, poor little humans all
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| problems beady eyedead breathing no pulse wow
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| Semi automatic weapons blowin up ghosts
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| And I can’t do the same thing I’m seeing swaying
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| In the prairies I’ma smell it till I’m buried/////ahh
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| Static means shit. |
| all worn swag wearing bags i resent
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| Called all fads feeling bad when it fit bit all tendons from the calf to my lip
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| BLACK. |
| HOW BLACK
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| When the white sway breathes
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| I’ve been on my 3rd rot car
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| Walking on webs
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| Charring up far
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| Tearing up lone but I’m hard
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| All warm colors long arms
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| This is the nest I am left
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| Feminine birth on my vest
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| Dancing for the gods that are less
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| Lasting for the skins that I kiss yes
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| Feeling like its burnt than it’s been
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| Play me out or phase it to the belly of a carcass out of body with a
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| Pairing of a burial of other queer appearance I embarrassed not my father he
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| don’t need to see it
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| Shame me all about it I can’t eat it I can’t even be it even when I’m talking
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| I’m not really there I’m all defeated
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| Hiding in the cabin like eleven now my nose is bleeding
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| Let the shit grow
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| Then I fall in a puddle of my own wet
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| Not hot numb fingers I ain’t left yet
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| What I’m thinking i would swallow didn’t used to but I’m borrowed
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| Tryna hold on to the person that I hope she is tomorrow but I’m lost
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| Buzzwords, social, don’t matter what I was never been local
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| Want nobody but I’m locked in
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| I try to show my teeth. |
| sposed to
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| Deep breaths in my ride
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| Falling all out kids in my hands they can tell
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| Bigger black eyes fucked up bad |