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ol mexico
keep dreamin about heroin
with a hard heart on
need a good drunk
so i can cry again
seger puts pictures on the piano
days that i miss so much
but was so miserable then
but ain't that the way it always is?
everybody got it backwards
this time isn't just like that movie
that movie is just like this time
i used to like
how it all seemed like
an out of body experience
watching every stupid move i make
from a 22 degree
2 o clock
aerial camera shot
but at least half of me had to be in there
or else my innards would'nt be
in A
five months after july grey
nicotine,carbon monoxide,two hundred and fifty dollar gram
brown and dirty yellow way
the only time i ever felt inside
when my diaphram,dirty raspy,smoke worn vocal and six strings coincide
singin my own eulogy
so out of time
not like there is'nt any left
but i just don't got anything left
in me for tomorrow
god damn i miss ten minutes ago
lost
baskin in
remember when
i did'nt just want december to end
good time old friend
memories that never even have been
out of time like i said
but if that makes sense
i had to stray from the digital
back to the ol notebook and pen
so i can
cross shit out again
flip book,picture frame,eyeball the negatives
with a magnifying glass
on this ant's ass
reread ideas and lines
i have'nt even really thought about yet
i break everything
{anal}yze till it's so sick of me
what the fuck are you staring at!!!!!!!!!!!!!
doin my monologue like carlito
all laid out on his back
at the end of his way
nobody wants to let the cowboys ride
but i ain't seen no dynamite
on the tracks
to stop this train yet
all i could put back together
was a hot beat
riff or a chorus
it's the classic
humpty dumpty
jay z
paradox
add no sober,social,societal,media success
plus the best
putting me in a box
for bein too outside of it
don't even think about shit
like "if i could do it all again?"
bury me far away
in an unmarked grave
and let's just forget about it
the end
with a hard heart on
need a good drunk
so i can cry again
seger puts pictures on the piano
days that i miss so much
but was so miserable then
but ain't that the way it always is?
everybody got it backwards
this time isn't just like that movie
that movie is just like this time
i used to like
how it all seemed like
an out of body experience
watching every stupid move i make
from a 22 degree
2 o clock
aerial camera shot
but at least half of me had to be in there
or else my innards would'nt be
in A
five months after july grey
nicotine,carbon monoxide,two hundred and fifty dollar gram
brown and dirty yellow way
the only time i ever felt inside
when my diaphram,dirty raspy,smoke worn vocal and six strings coincide
singin my own eulogy
so out of time
not like there is'nt any left
but i just don't got anything left
in me for tomorrow
god damn i miss ten minutes ago
lost
baskin in
remember when
i did'nt just want december to end
good time old friend
memories that never even have been
out of time like i said
but if that makes sense
i had to stray from the digital
back to the ol notebook and pen
so i can
cross shit out again
flip book,picture frame,eyeball the negatives
with a magnifying glass
on this ant's ass
reread ideas and lines
i have'nt even really thought about yet
i break everything
{anal}yze till it's so sick of me
what the fuck are you staring at!!!!!!!!!!!!!
doin my monologue like carlito
all laid out on his back
at the end of his way
nobody wants to let the cowboys ride
but i ain't seen no dynamite
on the tracks
to stop this train yet
all i could put back together
was a hot beat
riff or a chorus
it's the classic
humpty dumpty
jay z
paradox
add no sober,social,societal,media success
plus the best
putting me in a box
for bein too outside of it
don't even think about shit
like "if i could do it all again?"
bury me far away
in an unmarked grave
and let's just forget about it
the end
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