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i did steroids and the only thing that grew was my contempt for myself(remix)
under the canopy there is a lethargic manatee
who does not apply to social standards like a son of anarchy
i live in a world of virtual fantasy and bad dreams
the bad me went from being a sad freak
to your future plans for the week
man if i could speak
i'd probably write less
from lifeless
to fri nights with a suicide girl in a nice dress
quite the mess to be like this.
the price of stress vs. bein this type of fresh
price-less
my brain is like a pimple
that pops and has a breakdown once a month
like it's some type of menstrual
trying to figure out how the story ends
as if the battery died in my kindle
it used to all be quite simple
until i figured out it's all lies and riddles
the only truth is in my fiddle
my pistol
is a divine whistle that shoots the moon and the stars
like a blind criminal
my crimes visual while on the inside pitiful
that's not just a rhyme
i'm literal
sometimes i call my x wife in the middle of the night
just to tell her i still love her and try to fuck up her life
i know this is not nice
but the price that i paid and the cut that she gave
was more than just a slice
i hope that her kids get lice
i'm trying to get right
and get back at em
there was passion before eve gave the apple to adam
this car is crashing
this boat is sinkin
i keep thinkin that i have a hold on my drinkin
and this hole is shrinkin
but i still cross the whole kingdom in a second of blinkin
who does not apply to social standards like a son of anarchy
i live in a world of virtual fantasy and bad dreams
the bad me went from being a sad freak
to your future plans for the week
man if i could speak
i'd probably write less
from lifeless
to fri nights with a suicide girl in a nice dress
quite the mess to be like this.
the price of stress vs. bein this type of fresh
price-less
my brain is like a pimple
that pops and has a breakdown once a month
like it's some type of menstrual
trying to figure out how the story ends
as if the battery died in my kindle
it used to all be quite simple
until i figured out it's all lies and riddles
the only truth is in my fiddle
my pistol
is a divine whistle that shoots the moon and the stars
like a blind criminal
my crimes visual while on the inside pitiful
that's not just a rhyme
i'm literal
sometimes i call my x wife in the middle of the night
just to tell her i still love her and try to fuck up her life
i know this is not nice
but the price that i paid and the cut that she gave
was more than just a slice
i hope that her kids get lice
i'm trying to get right
and get back at em
there was passion before eve gave the apple to adam
this car is crashing
this boat is sinkin
i keep thinkin that i have a hold on my drinkin
and this hole is shrinkin
but i still cross the whole kingdom in a second of blinkin
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