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No_Shoes (instrumental by Mors)
Light at the end of the tunnel beginning to flicker
Penny for a thought and I'm hitting the trigger
Trip out my mind trip out of time
Son of original killers
Wavy in my brain I break shit
Take it for day and play with
I know not what I do
Lost I walk in no shoes
You may think you get to know me
But I do not know myself
Looking up see no blue
Just a ghost with no boo
Tumble when I fall and I pick it back up
Give no fucks Imma freak ya catch me when clean
I snap back on these bitches man
Different all in different lands
what is freedom, what is happy?
I don't know what that be
Call me something else
I swear my thinking is beyond corrupted
Took my turn to spill it out on
Rhythm fucking hear my sound I'm
Frequently a freak without it
Leak around at least I found it
Looking back, lucid dreaming
All in black, like who be that and who be this
I move my shit
I move to hit, boy
Light at the end of the tunnel beginning to flicker
Penny for a thought and I'm hitting the trigger
Trip out my mind trip out of time
Son of original killers
Wavy in my brain I break shit
Take it for day and play with
I know not what I do
Lost I walk in no shoes
You may think you get to know me
But I do not know myself
Looking up see no blue
Just a ghost with no boo
Penny for a thought and I'm hitting the trigger
Trip out my mind trip out of time
Son of original killers
Wavy in my brain I break shit
Take it for day and play with
I know not what I do
Lost I walk in no shoes
You may think you get to know me
But I do not know myself
Looking up see no blue
Just a ghost with no boo
Tumble when I fall and I pick it back up
Give no fucks Imma freak ya catch me when clean
I snap back on these bitches man
Different all in different lands
what is freedom, what is happy?
I don't know what that be
Call me something else
I swear my thinking is beyond corrupted
Took my turn to spill it out on
Rhythm fucking hear my sound I'm
Frequently a freak without it
Leak around at least I found it
Looking back, lucid dreaming
All in black, like who be that and who be this
I move my shit
I move to hit, boy
Light at the end of the tunnel beginning to flicker
Penny for a thought and I'm hitting the trigger
Trip out my mind trip out of time
Son of original killers
Wavy in my brain I break shit
Take it for day and play with
I know not what I do
Lost I walk in no shoes
You may think you get to know me
But I do not know myself
Looking up see no blue
Just a ghost with no boo
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