ur eyes ft illusive

LLDH ❤️🇦🇺

28.06.2002-26.02.2024

LYRICS:

[Intro]
*me and my homie sparring*

[Verse]
Broken dreams and cigarettes again and again
Reelin' in my inner thoughts again and again
I just need a head rush again and again
I just need something that's not the same old thing

[Bridge]
And in my presence, I can't get enough
An urgent message, I need a head rush
And in my presence, I can't get enough
An urgent message, I need a head rush

[Chorus]
Oh, would I love to see the stars from the beaches up on Mars
Would I love to have a day on Neptune, in outer space
I pretend I'm a rocket man, explorin' places I've never been
When I'm caught, don't reel me in, let me go and let me swim
Oh, would I love to see the stars from the beaches up on Mars
Would I love to have a day on Neptune, in outer space
I pretend I'm a rocket man, exploring places I've never been
When I'm caught, don't reel me in, let me go and let me swim
Oh, would I love to see the stars from the beaches up on Mars
Would I love to have a day on Neptune, in outer space

[Outro]
I pretend I'm a rocket man
🚀👨🏾‍🚀

ZillaKami - Rocket Man

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Juice WRLD - Fever (Unreleased)

National Broadcast Script:

The implementation of the "Cleaner" initiative has directly seen to an unprecedented decrease of homelessness nationwide. We've never been closer to a world without the poor.

*Note that Maggie from marketing suggests "the poor" comes across as "hostile" and "otherising". Potential replacements include: "poverty" and "injustice".


Lyrics:

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up

I'll cut out your tongue if you don't Just curl up and die
Lit cigarette through letterbox, watch them burn up inside
You screaming bloody murder that there's no curb up In sight
But that's where I see you sound asleep when I turn up at night

Vanquish the vagrants vagabonds
Make a play way more brutal than brutus' dagger drawn 
Eradicated by crack of dawn 
Crack of the skull then the crack of the rifle
I wipe the blood off the back of the bible
Cash to disciples
Heretics starve
Couldn't even tell you where the remanents are
Edge of the precipice gets to repetitive
Huh

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up


I push my weight, push my weight 
Any motherfucker wanna say I can’t
Broken house and broken plates
If he doesn’t wanna 
Know he can’t be saved
Hands to god
Empty praise
Selfish tithes
Hateful ways
They won’t change
They won’t change 
They won’t change 
They won’t change
Hypocrites with their scriptures ripped
And the skin they ate and the blood they sipped 
Pick and choose their hate and forgive their sins
Reminisce in the past and the rights they stripped 
And the kids in the blast from the AR grip
Shattered stained glass and the blood on your hands for the sick
Release the doves never landing again it’s a land for the dead you better move on quick

Executioner mask and a cashmere suit with elastic bands round the money I'd get
Contracts flashed at a cashier who'd put parasites down for a government check
Watch him watch his reflections beg in my lens with the muzzle of a gun in his neck
Crimson seep through his fingers, fool tried to cover his wound, should have covered his debt

News didn't cover his death
Reported on only the statistics
Body bags filled with the homeless and evicted
Nobody has illness, corroded the afflicted

I was just like you not long ago,
Pay the price, take the life from the vulnerable,
Hand on the Bible when I lie while I'm under oath,
I'm in the mask 'cause I'm blind to your struggle hoe

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money

Get your money up bitch
Get your money up (huh)
Get your money up
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Get your money up bitch
Get your money up (huh)
Get your money up
You just haven't done enough

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welcome to the mind of a mad man alone with his thoughts

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