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Passionfruit Feat. Scuare, Kill Bill: The Rapper
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My thoughts and actions constantly clashing
I suck at passion
My heart knows that you're fragile
But my mouth keeps button-mashing
My ADD often distracting me
Often a rationalization trying to justify my often clumsy practice
From woeful winters, and sours springs, to summer sadness
I frequently fall short of what I often promise
Backflip into a solitary corner
Feeling so sorry for myself, acting like nothing matters
But the truth of the matter is it's fruitless as a pattern
It's useless, stupid, it's damaging, got to mute it from happening
It's a bully; it's arrogant
Can be truly embarrassing
When consumed by its shadow, I keep on losing my sanity
Yeah, focusing on self
While you in the corner, lonely, simply hoping that I help
Stuck within my little mind, fail to notice you're in hell
When self-centered all I offer is a broken little shell
I shall let my feelings flow like the smoke that I expel
Explaining how I feel now and exposing how I've felt
Exorcise the demons that I hold inside myself
You've been excellent to me
So I just hope now I excel
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(There's not even a door to get in or out)
Change is in the wind; it ain't imaginary
Bloodstream full of ink; let it paint your capillaries
Rolling through the grass, we just playin' in the anthills
My favorite little toxin in my body's at a standstill
My focus and my vision have a different view
I'm holding back vomit, gotta make it past the centrifuge
No ground, no floors, never seen a landing spot
Besides my granddad, I can't say I've been a fan of cops
All I do is stand and rot, sky full of lovebugs
I think I'd see your face again if I do enough drugs
Or maybe not, baby stop; my Dreamcast still broke
They say that rap is dead; I'm kinda mad I weren't the kill stroke
Old heads; dying off
New heads; rhyming soft
Can't afford a MacBook, my OS Microsoft
Facial feature broken, full of glass and bad memories
Slow crawl cocoon, I can't wait til cats pillar me
It's summertime again, but summers ain't so summery
The grass is always greener; that's the age-old summary
Say I like change, but I'm afraid change will come for me
Afraid I might change by the time change done with me
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