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bmr - topic - calling to the void lyrics

part 1

(verse)
all this growth in my body has shift my paradigm
the time has come to turn my own thoughts into another rhyme
life is found in the solar but now i can’t find her
peace within the thunder is never fun when the h is under
my sheets are wet from the sweat no powered army vet
a tech i used was charge in my car while blasting air jets
call the grid “a couple days” was told everyday
to pass the time in dark heat was sitting down to write away
stimulation low don’t care about new information
the suddеn leave of light has openеd up a new dimension
a higher proctor on my shoulder told me pay attention
to meditative tactics to avoid my frustrations
a bag of mass born with time where i procrastinate
a game with people that i don’t really appreciate the little sk!ll they give to the genre but don’t wanna be hating
my conscious fades as i’m laying down like i’m on my way

(hook)
looking at the sky where i’m speaking to nothing
tryna find a way out but i don’t wanna find (help)
don’t wanna find (help)
(don’t wanna find)

part 2
(verse)
it’s the human alien that lived his life as a black joke
who’s so lazy he won’t fix a ship just to find home
my skin thrown back at my face established me in my dome
the only one to straighten out your thoughts like a mind comb
just like einstein and just like ye
i have been bringing you my theories since my graduate day
with many cities that i’ve been to i could never claim one
a polar consequence is at the start you wish to be done
all in all i still carry protection in case i wanna put myself inside her mansion
a face like that i fantasize in all kinds of fashion
on how she’d look when i’m done with the temporary passion
body so defined i wanna bust on her stomach
just to watch it flow down from her naval to her ankle
a visual like that would only come from addiction
where art could be construed into false ideas of how it’s done
rated r younging seen a lot and hears clapping
young enough to not know zamora, but wanted sh_t to happen
my vile thoughts with highers figures would need preachers
or teachers that would stop students from giving head under the bleachers
airbag of brains would hold shrapnel the bars sharpen
i say i’m good i can’t believe that he’s still cappin
half laughing, about some sh_t but that he don’t really care about
he’s still numb to the idea of getting old with all this clout
until then i will keep pushing my music
sh_t i’ll push it far enough to where i’d cut my dreads off
the black khan is up to conquer corners of this planet
with the lightning burning labels pulling money like a magnet
used to taking pain pills for everyone’s headaches, what the f_ck
it’s time for me care to about what i’m feeling man f_ck your luck
i use to be a b_tch till i gave myself an uppercut
i strangled my own soul now i’m swimming free without a lock
(hook)
might as well marry a glass pane cause i would talk to me but i also see through me
because (because), nothing (nothing), is what it seems

- bmr topic

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