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Ask me why I'm bored in,
probably cause my brain black mold the children coloring,
Specks of gold dust traced teleportings of my resurrect able currency
Still I'm frozen in movement I'm entirely comet no comics.
So they be drilling with money needs lines to sign and my Hancock long Johns Michael Lucifer neglecting rebellion of his timed flight. My Cogsworth platinum I'm a beast against this beauty.
So I tare it all down,
and let the beat draw fluids
Not fluent in economy cause the middle men caught too many feelings.
They let their birds fly well my Ashes raise ceilings.
Watch the hard top drop,
Let the Fox just do it.
Replace your flesh with a faux fur pillow,
If I'm sick then my ice stay stupid.
Big dummy as I crash this blue ship.
Now the cops DiCaprio and they say I'm the nude *itch.
Please give me space as my brush Mickey Mouse the bruise *hit.
Yes I'm Disney and this demon is my new skit.
I need some Watts son because I'm zapping up my own false faith hoping for the lou switch,
Praying to God this is far from only mine, A slave to God just to let Him catch me on my true *hit,
To bless the very ground that I groove in.
To grant me endless ties in cases where I'm choosing,
To lift the guise when I'm pointless in the world still busy looting.
To the owl's hoot I'm reddened eyes white as sin without the ink they remove with.
You say I know nothing, watch me prove it, double struck mirrored up,
minting all my own roost pits,
If I ever die hard, I be Bruce with anchored bombs *itch,
That's a star-itch,
Ask my asterisk, astro knot thick,
Then my chain swang,
and they vomit.
Eat some tums, you a mutt *itch
Curdled up, no Louie.
4th grade.
*itch sue me.
Off ice, brew it.
Ale hype,
chew it.
Aspirations anti- asprins watch they back crack quick.
That's just a option if they don't get this.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.
I'm sloth like Sid.
Put my slur on fizz
Sobe my bubbly wrist.
O.D. already, I already did.
Then sew me to my profitless.
Too selfish twice still swinging at the base of it.
The cornerstones keep disappearing just to keep the stop of it.
Suck I'm on my nonsense and I'm sensing that's the plot one.
Notice that I'm younger than the average ceasing fun seeds,
Somethings up to nothing good, just notice how I top it,
make that gross continue my nets prophetic volume tiny drips of what a temper be.
Beat to hell before conception so I'm stubborn when attacked see.
I think I'll go back sheet. Hidden heaven return to nothingness and burn myself because I don't actually act, see.
Bullet in my hand gun in lap, don't worry snake eyes just proves it crap.
Another given up, so I'm left to rot and turn tracks.
probably cause my brain black mold the children coloring,
Specks of gold dust traced teleportings of my resurrect able currency
Still I'm frozen in movement I'm entirely comet no comics.
So they be drilling with money needs lines to sign and my Hancock long Johns Michael Lucifer neglecting rebellion of his timed flight. My Cogsworth platinum I'm a beast against this beauty.
So I tare it all down,
and let the beat draw fluids
Not fluent in economy cause the middle men caught too many feelings.
They let their birds fly well my Ashes raise ceilings.
Watch the hard top drop,
Let the Fox just do it.
Replace your flesh with a faux fur pillow,
If I'm sick then my ice stay stupid.
Big dummy as I crash this blue ship.
Now the cops DiCaprio and they say I'm the nude *itch.
Please give me space as my brush Mickey Mouse the bruise *hit.
Yes I'm Disney and this demon is my new skit.
I need some Watts son because I'm zapping up my own false faith hoping for the lou switch,
Praying to God this is far from only mine, A slave to God just to let Him catch me on my true *hit,
To bless the very ground that I groove in.
To grant me endless ties in cases where I'm choosing,
To lift the guise when I'm pointless in the world still busy looting.
To the owl's hoot I'm reddened eyes white as sin without the ink they remove with.
You say I know nothing, watch me prove it, double struck mirrored up,
minting all my own roost pits,
If I ever die hard, I be Bruce with anchored bombs *itch,
That's a star-itch,
Ask my asterisk, astro knot thick,
Then my chain swang,
and they vomit.
Eat some tums, you a mutt *itch
Curdled up, no Louie.
4th grade.
*itch sue me.
Off ice, brew it.
Ale hype,
chew it.
Aspirations anti- asprins watch they back crack quick.
That's just a option if they don't get this.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.
I'm sloth like Sid.
Put my slur on fizz
Sobe my bubbly wrist.
O.D. already, I already did.
Then sew me to my profitless.
Too selfish twice still swinging at the base of it.
The cornerstones keep disappearing just to keep the stop of it.
Suck I'm on my nonsense and I'm sensing that's the plot one.
Notice that I'm younger than the average ceasing fun seeds,
Somethings up to nothing good, just notice how I top it,
make that gross continue my nets prophetic volume tiny drips of what a temper be.
Beat to hell before conception so I'm stubborn when attacked see.
I think I'll go back sheet. Hidden heaven return to nothingness and burn myself because I don't actually act, see.
Bullet in my hand gun in lap, don't worry snake eyes just proves it crap.
Another given up, so I'm left to rot and turn tracks.