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early morn/late night
Rav feat. Kill Bill
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I arrive
Every morn' nine to five
Trying to stay alive
But I can't feel alive, oh no
And so
I
Have
To run away
Run away
Run away
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I don't want to play with nobody right now
Please leave me alone and quiet down
I just wish the voices died down
As soon as I step out of my house
They remind me that I've been dead
No more soul, there's something instead
I don't know who I am right now
Foreign thoughts come out of my mouth
Foreign murmurs vibrate my heart
I still stumble over these shards
They reflect familiar sights
Or at least that's what they seem like
I arrive
Every morn' nine to five
Trying to stay alive
But I can't feel alive
And so
(I have to)
(Shut up!)
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Yo
Late night staring out my window
I swear I heard a rustle in the woods
I never once claimed that I was perfect
But I like to think I'm hustling for good
It's Mask Off, baby, bump Future for the future of our grandkids
Lamping, smoking up the coupe that we've been cramped in
I swore on my momma I'd stop rapping over lo-fi
Four days later I was rapping over lo-fi
Trap, trap, trafficking, my pockets full of minerals
Blood detoxing, boy, my heart been pulling pinnacles
Cotton wool peripherals
I ain't with the sturdiness
Would've kicked the ladder but my fears left me courteous
Rapping just to rap, it's not a deeper meaning
Playing with the Ouija, tryna see some demons
Shuffling the tarot, try and draw a devil card
Last mixtape I had to tease 'em and I left 'em hard
Hella paranoia, your steps ain't stealthy
Out the atmosphere catching breaths, can't help me
Not the best at being healthy, I'm just flowing through the waste
Walk the astral plane to get an overview of space
It seems the endgame went over through the chase
Folk can feel the desperation blowing through the bass
Suck a dick
Gripping a handlebar, our mothership is dump a clip, buck
Suicide pact is fucking lit
I never pop beans
Fuck waking up, it stops dreams
Zones full of granite, poems for the bandits
Stones what I branded, sipping brandy with the Moรซt
Tell your favorite rapper "show up more and ghost less"
Late night staring out my window
I swear I'm hearing sounds in the trees (trees)
Waking up at night, hearing groans from the ghosts
Try and find a little trouble, I can't hear you in the bubble, boy
Late night staring out my window
Tap the class, tap back; it hauled ass, I tell 'em, I tell 'em
Late night staring out my window
Cry from the halls, see your eyes in the walls like
Late night staring out my window
Door handle jiggle; "Get the cash and dip", I said
Late night staring out my window
Late night staring out my...
Ay
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