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Molasses
Rav; Scuare; Kill Bill: The Rapper
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Goalposts keep on shifting
I keep on drifting while feeling misaligned
Bringing scissors to a fucking pistol fight
Bringing pistols to a nuclear missile crisis
I could host a ball, see the guests arrive
See their cheer and feel like I ain't get invited
Food for thought
There's no pesticide for what bugs my brain
So I let it fly
Verified: I'm dead inside
I just get exhausted, don't get excited
Always at some point in my depression cycle
Feel like just a side note, and that's justified
I ain't fronting
On the bed, I lie
On my back, still trying to tell my side
And this uphill road I intend to climb
So whatever I say
Don't let it slide
Stone cold, petrified
Only see through everybody else's eyes
I'm a taxidermy product enterprise
Holding onto things that've long since left my life
I'm just getting by on my own
Where am I? where to go? shed some light
Wait, never mind
No, never mind
My feet keep leaving blood on the road
My hands have holes, can't hold nothing at all
My smile makes people feel uncomfortable
I got no love for this; I've got no prize
Fill in the gaps again; nothing but time
Everything gravy now
Everything fine
Tell me that joke again
Make this shit rhyme
Hold up; I don't even know what I'm coming for, what I'm running to
Why you all put on a show like you finna grow, what you finna do
Feel like it's all in my head
Slip off my fingertips
Let my tongue twist til I feel a shift
I ain't feeling shit
Why am I really pissed
I don't even know
I don't mean quit
I've been moving slow
Feels like it's all in my head
Slower than I should
Still too fast to get it
I ain't feeling good
Based on my acidic
Outlook on this life
Must've reached my limits
If I can't decide
Maybe I don't get it
Feel like it's all in my head
Every step I take, I feel my heels scraping bedrock, ah
Froze in between modes
Watch me decompose; what a joke
Slide between 'em
Confide; my demons are watching me
I think I'm swimming in the ink I sold my soul with
Beginning to think my only goal switched
When everything was dark, you showed reflection
I was guarded for my own protection
Backed into a corner with my pride
Self-destruction was my only weapon
Blur the faces at your own discretion; we was Starchildren on the comet's tail
I was thinking 'bout some Pocket Monsters
You were thinking 'bout the market sales
Talk in Braille
Chase my words with the hardest liquor
Hard inhale
Deepest thoughts leave the darkness pale
I'm amazed
Feast on the weak with the beasts
Bury me deep in the crease
Phantoms policing the streets
Keeping the peace
What a pity, pity, pity, pity
In the city, run me up; I'm at the intersection
I saw the light in every shade of blue
Fucked around, I had to dim the spectrum
Fat children nestle in confections
Politicians try to win elections
Hungry snakes feast upon their tail
Funny how I never get the message
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Feel like it's all in my head
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