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puke king - no hard feelings... lyrics
[verse]
it only gets harder, they say this love thing
i didn’t start it, but man i’m loving
every minute inside this bug sting
some people feel pain, i feel nothing
i see some things i wrote last year
and i think i must seem so d-mn weird
i wonder how i came to stand here
die is set and i need to land here
find a new hole cos shovels cost grat-tude
i should take notes to improve my alt-tude
instead i’d rather slump into a badder mood
my att-tude stinks? right back a-at-achoo
battle you? nah, i’d rather jump in a minor
unroll my mind and have a good time cos
i find that it’s hard to find thoughts
when you realise that your mind’s lost
[hook]
i’m blind but my hands aren’t tied
i can tell a liar from miles
save my words on my sleeves we lied
cos leaving’s not our style
[verse]
gotta kick the habit before i hit the casket
i wanna spit the baddest like my name was rabbit
talk a fistful of bullsh-t but man soon i will
school the new fish on puke’s sk!ll before my funeral
they say they only miss you when you’re dead or gone
but i’ll escape fate just to write another song
and they can blame my namesake just for blame’s sake
i’ll reign all day ’til they catch me in my sane phase
spray rays of g*nius from the tip of my pen’s tip
break and enter feelings, hitting just to knock some sense in
deuce, deuce, what the? serving like in tennis
but do you feel me cos i’m real, or maybe you just dreamt sick
check it yourself, reality is raining
glitches in the matrix when heroes need saving
but i’ll stop fronting when someone else words this
like billy’s creation this new-age word smith
[verse]
the caged bird sings loudest, i figured out the reasoning
the free-range birds get covered up in seasoning
so i’m content to pace my cage and sing for these bread crumbs
if it prolongs the walk ’til when my death comes
i’m running, summing up my life in these verses
something, something, something, cliché then it’s he-rs-s
first it’s screwed up life, and then it’s f-cking curtains
but do you know a relapse of life is lurking?
somewhere, i’m done playing fair, change complexion
this ese is loco, english teachers not impressed and
i could give a f-ck, that’s my first and second guesses
cos i’ve been up ’til i write something impressive
and the best is, everyone knows who i is
when i walk in a room everyone knows sick
but no one knows thomas, and that’s what’s depressing
that’s why i can’t sleep and that’s why i can’t digest this
[outro]
i’m taking a risk, throwing wrist into cuff
as i reach my peak it is never enough
so i pack to leave but i never had stuff
so i leave with dreams but i never have much
i could be a star if the clouds were stairs
i could fit in if they never stared
and i could be better, i could make mother proud
i could be anything if they show me how
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