[Verse 1] KEY:

I'm a try hard, lemme pop elixer 
Giant drops of spirit, it's liver for dinner 
Liqour drops the limits in minutes, delicious, 
Even I am not a witness, get the picture? 
Like he's fishing, mops vomit from a Christmas party, which was partly my fault, twisted like I'm Hitler 
Gory stories made you puke a river 
Dont fidget 
Stop, 
Drop, kisses to the floor now your face a sticker 
Fuck tickets had a bright idea to walk on picture palace like I'm mister Pixar 
Pulling up my socks now I'm sending wishes bout to creep on my sneaker 
Check this out i'm bout to do something slicker 
A box of mixed biscuits in a biscuit mixer
My hair grows like crops, cotton getting bigger 
Caucasian bitches grab when I'm snabbing pussy by the whiskers
I try too hard #@#*
[STATIC] 

[KEY and Boris] 

What is a perfect cube
"I can't seem to let go of my inhibitions, can't get out of my insecurities, that's the perfect cube, it's the box restraining my psyche. The echo's quite loud and thinking ain't helping"

[BORIS] 

It's waaay past midnight,
Branch screeching on the window
Stack a pipe,
ciggie burning in my wind pipe
Nuggs on my lap folding to perfect joint
Noise from the purple laced with a doobie 
Humming like a horror movie 
Honour with the blunt, ashin all the spooky
Demons don't fool me, angels only use me
Heavens on my case always snooping
Just a nomad roaming in no man's land
Feeding on my primal, instinct for survival
Numerous personas don't blend
Addicts and the freaks 
Leaching for control with their fangs
Pitch black psyche
Perfect cube for a room, walls kinda dicey 
Most likely ease dropping, solo in the box speaking wisely 
My fall from grace was mesmerising
The organs harmonising 
Vibrations through my spinal to the crown 
Kundalini energy, restless as a ghost town 
Ears ringing 
Ate some pussy then I kissed the ol' lady on the cheeks
(freak) 
Sleep with my face to the heavens
Body language calling for a coffin
Minds racing, endlessly running errends
No inertia, under pressure from my soul walkin
I'm still fallin
Hypnosis from the cherry on the cigarette
Draggin on the path to regret
I have to confess, waiting on the tar to ferment
Freaks come out in the night, corner of my room stacked with silhouettes
Paint the white walls grey
Its faint,      I can hear the voices at bay
Breath visible, devour grey matter it's a buffet 
Cold enough to block your sinuses
The sum of I, Greater than my minuses 
Powered by the plug like house appliances 
... Oops, burnt irises 
Ironic how my name is key but my chakras are blocked
In a purgatory of my own making
(I always knew that I was a God) 
My brains fried or its rocked 
Nonchalant how I topped my previously dropped top  

[KEY] 
Are we truly free? 
Does, freewill count as freedom? 
Is God a figment of our imagination or we, his? 

Try Hard / Perfect Cube [Feat. Boris]

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UBER RIDE is a song written and performed by PETERBEXXXO produced by MelucM Beats. Cover Art crafted by MelucM Beats.

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UBER RIDE

Uber Ride(ft PETERBEXXXO)

/// "IF YOU MAY EXCUSE MY EXISTENCE, IM WALKING THROUGH A LOCKSMITH'S EXHIBIT 
I'M JUST A FIGMENT OCCURED FROM RESISTENCE ///


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Try Hard / Perfect Cube [Feat. Boris]

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