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True to Life
Like damned animals we're outdoor people and we're always trapped freezin.
Fuck man five bucks an hour just doesn't keep my people down and eatin...
and I'm supposed to have fuckin found a meanin?- Such as as-salāmu ʿalaykum.
No... neither that nor will i ever ask to find Jesus or any other shallow "deeper meanings".
Its all a waste of time, true to life, when we could be in nature feelin fine
and i never gave a fuck how the crowd sees it.
Boys just tryna prove a point but he got a bad thesis.
So far faux pas always awkward and gone on past genius.
Every day just follow with the rhythm so my bleeding heart is out beatin.
Begetter sleep better we never pretend ta befriend ya
like a fuckin Easter Egg a hidden treasure etched from each and every letter
just to you; but yall like it's a call collect and we cannot accept it.
and like a prayer to a god yall just like return to sender
Yall just like return to sender.
Never one life lesson we remembered.
Like all yall past your last chance if life was Vegas youd fuckin be dismembered.
Like every bad thing you ever did was just a picture turned black from embers.
Like all the evidence has never been when it is here forever
yet we still have the fuckin nerve to speak of better.
Fuck man five bucks an hour just doesn't keep my people down and eatin...
and I'm supposed to have fuckin found a meanin?- Such as as-salāmu ʿalaykum.
No... neither that nor will i ever ask to find Jesus or any other shallow "deeper meanings".
Its all a waste of time, true to life, when we could be in nature feelin fine
and i never gave a fuck how the crowd sees it.
Boys just tryna prove a point but he got a bad thesis.
So far faux pas always awkward and gone on past genius.
Every day just follow with the rhythm so my bleeding heart is out beatin.
Begetter sleep better we never pretend ta befriend ya
like a fuckin Easter Egg a hidden treasure etched from each and every letter
just to you; but yall like it's a call collect and we cannot accept it.
and like a prayer to a god yall just like return to sender
Yall just like return to sender.
Never one life lesson we remembered.
Like all yall past your last chance if life was Vegas youd fuckin be dismembered.
Like every bad thing you ever did was just a picture turned black from embers.
Like all the evidence has never been when it is here forever
yet we still have the fuckin nerve to speak of better.
Published 12th Feb 2017
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