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[verse]
take my time with all the classes that i’ve had enough of
and by my face i’m always acting like i’m mad at something
that’s not the half of it
i’m sat bored, i act dumb
slumped back, a ragam_ffin
arduous to listen active, have discussion
coupled with this stiff walk cycle
need to bounce like freshly smacked bums
you’d think i’d lapped this f_cking track enough
sweaty palms, a heavy chin
heart always asking ‘bout it’s lack of love
first time getting held is in the casket’s clutch
i’ve been sitting in the back of class with my phone out, i don’t talk a lot
eight_thirty on the clock, still feel my head ring with the alarm off
still my wit quicker than a frog hops
bedtime’s when my heart stops
yawn count is in the triple digits by the time i shimmy to the parking lot
opportunities are gold as fleece you’d dig up out the trousers of an argonaut, uh
i do it all myself and i do it all without my momma’s thoughts
i don’t know a thing about my heritage but i’m chopping beats like wood and tomohawks
beat the sh_t up with a wooden spoon
i feel like goodnight moon the way i garner props
lots of comments meaningless it’s barkin dogs
couple years i’m sp_wning carbon copies
and i’m in a cabin
old thoughts worthless as the dirt my logs are on, i’m loggin off
i don’t need advice i need a new pipe dream
(i don’t need advice i need a new pipe dream)
some time away from this bright screen
leave beats lifeless, flee the crime scene
faces evergreen like pine trees
and they crumble at my fist like i’m steve
used to worry ‘bout who likes me
now i don’t sweat it like hygiene
hard to function when i’m bundled up need my skin sunkissed like tom brady
missin wisdom from my mom, need to
get my head straight
i think i’ve gone crazy
and i’m blowin up like a volcano
write another verse you’re gonna pompeii
me (write another verse, write another verse)
man f_ck that, i had a long day
and i’m tried of lookin at this hallway
sick of cyclin through dark places
in december i was almost there, i think i saw the light when i was on stage
three months i had the whole world
it’s like i’m back to floating round in outer sp_ce (outer sp_ce, outer sp_ce)
all reminders bringing me a sour taste
so i chew my gum and go about my day
feelin like a vegetable, i’m cabbage made
[hook/outro]
this sp_ce is foreign
wish i could count down the days
‘til my plan’s in motion
no good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)
this sp_ce is foreign
wish i could count down the days
‘til my plan’s in motion
no good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)

- bandanabloom

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