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tabs - vacillate lyrics
[verse]
out the frying pan from my last lab
landed smackdab on the fast_track to the backdraft
flags wagging at half_mast, they k!lled
our freedom of expression with the questions that they can’t ask
they went and half_assed the last half, i’m
coming from miles, wrapped up in a black mask, i’m
running through lines faster than the flash passed
with computations you ain’t contemplating in your math class
if i laugh last, i’ll laugh hardest, but
most of the time, this sh_t’s half_hearted
bad seed from a bad harvest, you can’t [?]
[?] like a graff artist with craft markers
it’s been a rough couple of days. all this
coming of age tend to f_ck with my brain, nothing to say
super p_ssed, patience up, up, and away, rusty
anchor, this motherf_cker’s stuck in his ways, ay!
call him sandor clegane, he a hound
hе gets around, he a man [?]
delusions of grandеur as he ran toward the fame
trapdoor as he grabbed for the last strong vein–wait!
we all gotta learn lessons
for those who never heard the message when it’s first mentioned
perfection isn’t worth stressing, see
life’s a test, and every third question is perplexing
and the truth has been euthanized, and
you could be fooled, especially when you use your eyes, and
the sh_t that leaves ‘em stupefied on supersize
who am i? this sh_t confused my mind since junior high
hi. whose face is this? it changes quick
it’s feeling like a matric glitch, i’m looking for agent smith
[?], i’m waiting for the place to shift
the story of my life got me feeling like a plagiarist
all this failure to impale you with
i’d take the high road, but i don’t know if the trail exists
i’m here to sail the ship, and i don’t plan to quit after
i light that fire up under my ass like a salem witch
brokenhearteds roaming through the golden arches
sold to harvest, cold and heartless like a bloated carcass
ain’t trying to ride the wave with the floating garbage
rather make noise behind the scene like foley artist
that’s right. i ain’t here to be wavy
i don’t follow trends, only rock a beard ‘cause i’m lazy
you could smell the fear when i appeared in the 80s, wanted
acceptance from my peers, an ardent ear for the maybes–it’s crazy
demonized for these dreams of mine
screaming, “why?” while they bleed ‘em dry
so many feelings that i keep inside, but to be
more than all that i am would be a lie
a bifurcated individual
leading a new school of thought, but we talking different princ_p_ls/principles
when you add it up, the math is indivisible
i’m insane from trying to explain the inexplicable
so much bullsh_t that inhibits me
so i spit viciously whenever it visits me
been jittery, losing my grip ‘cause it’s slippery
looked around for balance and found it intrinsically
yeah, that’s why i don’t like rules
high noon is used to plot schemes for the night moves
time flew, eyes glued to the tidepool
waiting for that typhoon to slide through
so feel the fear of the god like [?]
and it’s here regardless if you ever hear the bars
[?] it feels bizarre. i don’t know where
i’m at, been there and back, here we are
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