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Holy Shit pt.1

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Coyote Kid - Vision In Black

True North

Letter For My Senior Self

LYRICS:

I USED TO KICK IT IN THE SUN HEAT
WE
CRUISED WITH TICKETS TO THE MOVIES
SEE
I WAS THE SIDEKICK FEELING WOOZY
SHIT
NOW IT’S THE CREDITS AND I’M OFF SCREEN
DAMN I HAD THE

SICK SNACKS
KIT KATS
RIDING A TEN SPEED
BUT
SIXTH LAST 
ALWAYS HAD
SOMETHING TO WORRY
ABOUT

I COULD’VE VEERED MYSELF ON THE RIGHT ROUTE
BUT MY HANDLES KEEP ON MOVING ME DOWN

I COULD’VE VEERED MYSELF ON THE RIGHT ROUTE
RIGHT ROUTE, RIGHT ROUTE,
BUT MY HANDLES FUCKING KEPT ME DOWN

STUMBLING AND BUMBLING AT IT AGAIN
SCRIBBLING MY SIMPLE THOUGHTS ON A WHIM
NUMB TO BUMBLE STINGS AND SCRAPES ON MY SKIN
AND IT'S A LONG WAY HOME FOR YOU KID

AND IT'S A LONG WAY HOME FOR YOU KID

TIME TICKS BY TOO SLOW
I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO
CAUGHT STARING AT THE FLOOR
CAUGHT CARING BOUT YOU MORE

TIME TICKS BY TOO SLOW
I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO
CAUGHT STARING AT THE FLOOR
CAUGHT CARING BOUT 
YOU MORE




I USED TO SCRAPE AND SCRATCH A TABLET HOURS AND HOURS A DAY
PULL UP TO COMMENT SECTIONS WITH A WARPAINT RIDDEN SCOWLING FACE
AND GO OFF ON POTENTIAL FRIENDS ABOUT HOW THEY’RE ALL VILE DISGRACES
MOUTHBREATHING CLOUT SEEKERS PROUD OF BOUNCING FRAMES
SITTING HIGH AND MIGHTY, MY HORSE IN OUTER SPACE
I TRIED TO LET OUT MY FRUSTRATION IN A THOUSAND WAYS 
AND ALL OF THEM WERE POINTLESS I LEAKED POISON OUT MY DOWNER BRAIN
WAS BENT ON THROWING TANTRUMS, OUT TO LEAVE YOUR MOUTHS WITH SOUR TASTES
I SCOURED FOR KIDS TO TAKE TO TASK
ONLY FUCKED WITH FLAWLESSNESS
SPOKE THE BREATH OF GOD UP OUT MY PRE PREPUBESCENT SCARRED UP LIPS
TO FORCE THESE FUCKS TO FACE THE FACTS
DON’T CALL YOURSELF AN ARTIST, KID
JUST THINK ABOUT THE CULTURE YOU’RE FUCKING PRESENCE IS TARNISHING
I KNOW THAT I WAS A DICK, I KILLED THE HATE MY HEART WAS HARBORING
AND ALL THIS BEING SAID WHEN I THINK OF THOSE DAYS THERE’S FONDNESS 
WOUND UP WITH A LACK OF MALICE AND MORE TALENTS IN MY POCKETS NOW
I’M OUT MY HOUSE AND WALKIN 
I GOT UP AND OVER TALKIN DOWN, I PROMISE

STUMBLING AND BUMBLING AT IT AGAIN
SCRIBBLING MY SIMPLE THOUGHTS ON A WHIM
NUMB TO BUMBLE STINGS AND SCRAPES ON MY SKIN
AND IT'S A LONG WAY HOME FOR YOU KID

TIME TICKS BY TOO SLOW
I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO
CAUGHT STARING AT THE FLOOR
CAUGHT CARING BOUT YOU MORE

TIME TICKS BY TOO SLOW
I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO
CAUGHT STARING AT THE FLOOR
CAUGHT CARING BOUT 
YOU MORE
YOU MORE

STUMBLING AND BUMBLING AT IT AGAIN
SCRIBBLING MY SIMPLE THOUGHTS ON A WHIM
NUMB TO BUMBLE STINGS AND SCRAPES ON MY SKIN
AND IT'S A LONG WAY HOME FOR YOU KID

STUMBLING AND BUMBLING AT IT AGAIN
SCRIBBLING MY SIMPLE THOUGHTS ON A WHIM
NUMB TO BUMBLE STINGS AND SCRAPES ON MY SKIN
AND IT'S A LONG WAY HOME FOR YOU
KID

Letter For My Senior Self

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