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Hurts (Intro)
00:28
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i ain't been checkin my mail, every day is a drip in the pail
friends going thru it as well, i can't tell if they don't wan't me to fail
my mental been hell, hit every text with "oh well, LOL"
got sorrow to sell, i got some secrets i might never tell
piss off all them, why I'm like this, why I like this lie?
disco, thought distro; let go, get new life
St. Paul, "got list?" "no", head low, gets too bright
run a stick through the gates, jump off of a cloud into the light
hardly been writing, but i'm still on assignment
too cold, no pyro, call the chiro, go, need alignment
i'm so tired of grinding
hit the gas pedal to horizon
buy some new clothes, get a steel pedal
finna go sell out the Ryman
ain't doin well, feeling my mental devolve into gel
apartment a cell, smoking the pack watching David Chappelle
cravings to quell, body rejecting the pheromones
boy ain't it swell? we don't connect, we just stare at the cell
i ain't been checkin my mail, every day is a drip in the pail
friends going thru it as well, i can't tell if they don't wan't me to fail
my mental been hell, hit every text with "oh well, LOL"
got sorrow to sell, i got some secrets i might never tell
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Outside
02:20
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open up i've been outside for a minute
slow roasted, burned out
i see you've tried all the gimmicks
bleeding all on the ribbon, won't tie if I finish
throw the trophy at my shitty 9-5 if i get it
open up i've been outside for a minute
slow roasted, burned out
i see you've tried all the
environment apocalyptic, looking fried to the limit
better make sure the microphone's alive when I get it
pissing champagne all night
my advice still too trite, girl, lock me up tight
stock em up, stack em up nice
gonna total up your ride just as soon as we get it all right
dreaming of a man on a mission
now the mission ain't a man, looking back at a planned indecision
damn, you better land to convince 'em
we ain't throwing finance at your plan if it crash when it's risen
damn!
slide with the shits
none of yall even remember when i was wild with the shits
you gon hold out your hand with my fingers pried to the cliff,
if i fall 100 yards, i'll probably smile when i hit
and then be braindead
i'm feeling barely with it
a healthy dose of delusion, i was diving in it
knew i was disconnected but didn't know how to fix it
for everybody that don't know why they couldn't go out and get it
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The Chamber (Interlude)
01:03
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(ghost)
you know the story, so good at this shit it's boring
i left the board and left the mediocre talent soaring
the hordes demand gore in large portions
amongst the tormented, my influence is enormous
spicy take, wish that you could break out the McCormick
I'm gross, I'm on some Roger Corman shit
budget was a quarter but the ticket price exorbitant
purple orb emoji, all my beats are off a quarter hit
i got midwest problems, rust belt baby
no windows commentating like I'm Steve Javie
I rock the kinks like I'm Ray Davies
we real lazy, blowing haze clouds thicker than gravy
(chemist)
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