Lungs
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Another brick wall I could see right through
I was coming up tryna be like you
The brunt of the joke with his lungs full of smoke
Only need three lines, here's a Bill haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Look what we did, homie, look what we did
I've been getting ripped way before the Wii Fit
She still playing games, I'm used to the mini clip
Pour the juice in a flask, I'm stealing a little sip
Little ghost stay flying around my bedroom
Hoping the voices quit, I'm trying to go to bed soon
Can't choose, that's what the begging will get you
I wanna see the world, but I don't think I'll ever get to
Black and blue like the bruise turned gray
Our shoes, and you gon' rue this day
I used to have a dream, but it's fading like the leaves now
There's nothing left to do or say
All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back
Least it's '97 now, then my tank full of gas
See the view from the dash, got my mood in the bag
Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh
Another brick wall I could see right through
I was coming up tryna be like you
The brunt of the joke with his lungs full of smoke
Only need three lines, here's a Bill haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Waking up 12:30, my alarm still ringing
Went cold turkey, now I'm always overthinking
Shit was always better when I had no pot to piss in
Searching for the moment, and I know there's something missing
Doing nothing, record, episode of Dream Court
Weed in my lungs, momma told me I should breathe more
Little Shop of Horrors, suddenly the kid can see more
Coming to you live from the bottom of the sea floor
If I wake up and nobody yells here, nothing changes
I've been all alone since my SoundCloud playlist
I've been missing home since the rich Nick Cave
See myself getting older, now I miss those days
Used to walk home and just float with the silence
Now I just cope, getting smoke in my eyelids
We could turn ghost, cue breaks for my iris
Nothing in my chest as we fade to the violet, yeah
Another brick wall I could see right through
I was coming up tryna be like you
The brunt of the joke with his lungs full of smoke
Only need three lines, here's a Bill haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town