| Shit. |
| I fucked around and left the gate open
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| Sometimes im on point, sometimes my brain’s broken
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| Like a dolphin and a carp share the same ocean
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| Sometimes im space ghost and other times beethoven
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| At least by the hairdo
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| My twin in rocking naps that combs can’t tear through
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| Stocking cap? |
| no but a skull navy bears blue
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| And orange
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| In fond memories all the stress gets absorbed
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| My homies all fresh but the press kids ignore
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| I stretch then I yawn then my legs hit the floor
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| Can’t stress bullshit no more
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| The earth is a disco ball
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| So I just go la
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| If it ain’t great then forget the shit
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| I make shit so weird my muse shakes her head at it
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| (never quit)
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| I float on my ocean
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| The motion of the waves won’t cave to commotion
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| Im unchained, not a slave but devoted
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| I can’t be contained, got a name and I know it
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| Maintain, not a claim but an action word
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| Forward force is the same as a pachyderm’s
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| Keep it reserved so it came off taciturn
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| But in my head its a chainsaw massacre
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| Sometimes I gotta sing la so im not obscene
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| So I won’t forget that humans are not machines
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| Every moment is a yank on a slot machine
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| No matter who your god is, rank or philosophy
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| The whole concept of laws is a prank
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| Makes you think you can put it on pause but you can’t
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| Knee trouble stomach pain
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| Patchy face stubble
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| Kid’s snot bubble running again
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| Pretend everything’s fine
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| When I’m climbing the walls
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| Tylenol days
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| Night spent roaming the hall
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| There’s no laws to the universe
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| Those have all been human birthed
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| Noted it all in web crawls for a google search
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| Google earth jupiter’s spot
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| The block’s lucifer hot
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| I’m not super sure who’s a pure
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| Human or not
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| I box shadows
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| And dream about tobacco
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| And og blacks that got choked with a lasso
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| And roped to a lamp pole
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| Shown as examples
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| Of how easily a man’s world can get cancelled
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| A handful of sun-spins passed
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| And now the last of the oral storytellers
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| Know nothing but horror stories
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| No glorious warriors tales
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| No inspiring titans fighting monsters
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| Or conquering environments
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| No. nothing but loss
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| Keep the baton, pops dont bother dustin it off
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| Cause there won’t be no more running
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| Cause after this moment right here and right now
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| There’ll be nothing at all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Self Medication Chant , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album 4nml Hsptl, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп