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(Say the words I'm fine I'm in the sky I'm searchin')
(Say the words I'm fine I'm in the sky I'm searchin')
Looking for like a burrito or
Something to eat 'cause I'm really, really hungry
And I would like some food in my belly
(Yeah)
Hand in my mouth like I'm holding my tongue
Don't wanna speak over the wishes in my pocket
Lock it
And bottle it up
No, stop it
I think I hate glass homes the way I'm handling the rocks
I'm a repeater
(Repeater)
But I'm not a big eater
I pocket my thoughts
Get my plate and scrape it off the top
That's why I'm skinny
Why I'm thinner than some tooth floss
I'm lying through my teeth but it don't matter 'cause it sounds awesome
My friends say "big personality"
I usually try to search for a different analogy
A big personality means a big ego
Speaking from reality, though
I don't think so
(I don't think so)
I mean, that's not something you can say about yourself
But I try to not tend to put myself up on that shelf
Why I'm handling my hand
And the things I've gone without about
Dealing with the cards that I've been dealt
And that's the real shit
The "reelin' in the years" shit
Steely Dan is like music to my ears
(Shit)
But that's reflexion
People put enfaces on their flexing
I wanna be a big personality
But I guess there's no exception
But I wanna do it different
Deliver it with a batch of good intentions
So diligent
Are you feeling it
I cut the rope before it even gains tension
(Uh did I mention?)
I eat 88s for breakfast
Got ADHD man
Screw the election
I prolly got a lot of folly all up in my noggin
Before I'm dead I gotta put my thoughts in sonical logs
I call songs
So many logs I cut down a forest
But not many masters make it off the milling floor it's
A revival
It's a revival
All these notes in my phone I think I wrote my own bible
I been
(Searchin', searchin')
Searchin' for my reason to stop
(Searchin', searchin')
Searchin' for my way to the top
(Searchin', searchin')
Yeah searchin' for my reason to stop
(Searchin')
Searchin' for my way to the top
Trip on laces
Triple my faces
Aceing of spades when I'm tracing my name
It's Chasing the fame
It's getting the bread
It's playing the game
It's going to bed
In everything whether I like it or not
I never win every time
Tying the knot
Stare at the wall
Curled in a ball
It's better than coping with it not at all
Feelin' me fall
Feelin' the wall
Know when it's hollow
Eleven apollos
Spit and then swallow
The fit it go Harlow
Chippin' the wallow
Sippin' the yallow
Sick of selling sickle sticks to fickle sickly kids
With their triple pitted splitted lips
Curling at the tips
Tellin' them
A bleak street's sleek sleet
Is a concrete treat for street people's street feet
Meet me
In the alley by the trash
Okanagan Valley
East hill on the track
Bodies on the tally
People in the back
Feel it in the back
Money in the bag
Washing with the rag
(Ay)
Ouagadougou where you at
Where you at, Ouagadougou
(Ay,ay)
Ouagadougou where you at
Burkina Faso in the bag
(Ay, ay, uh)
Ouagadougou where you at
(Ay)
Ouagadougou where you at?
Burkina Faso in the back
Ok I'm done
No more, no more, no more
I don't wanna do this anymore
My- uh- my throat hurts
And I wanna... stop
Peace, Peace and love
(Searching, searching, searching)
(Searchin', searchin', searching, search)
(Searchin', searchin', searching, search)
(Searching, searching, searching)
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