Yung Lean, Bladee - Things Happen

Prod. Erra

peaking from out the curtain
searching hard for jury verdicts
its bleak & im guilty, hurting
it seems like i need a sermon

pull me from the serpents

fix me where i stand

write me up a plan where i can become a person
who sees and feels the current as it comes
cause lately ive been stuck

clogged a chakra
someone call a doctor
better yet, a monk
rummage through the problems and i slaughter em with love
im basking in the blood

i relish in the slums
its raw like im in the cut with the cut

c4 blunts, they got me baked, microwave
im feeling like a slave, better run

gassed up, no holds barred, feeling like Gump
you passed up a helping hand, sorry you a chump
im not sorry, im god bodied, dont give a fuck
my bars solid, my dicks longest, dont give a fuck
a blank casket, you'd call me Casper before you slump
at the corner of the bedpost, posted with a gun
wake up and smell the powder out the barrel when it bust
shut ya fuckin mouth cause you dont say shit that i trust
the snakes began to hush and thats when faith got turned to dust
and lately all that seems to make me smile. is a smile. on the moon that calls my name, can never help but be inspired
just imagine all the love...


silent so the bugs wont bug
snuck another look and felt dumb, what the fuck
so what
gather mass and sue me, yeah im used to the ostrich in the room in fact i beg to be excluded
the push becomes the pull right back to snap, crackle, pop and im often starving for solids, surviving on holy water
flush another flesh-laced bar right into your corner
fresh black tar on the ground, inhale the aroma
refined but unfiltered, product of nature playing human for real
i refuse to walk for miles round this hill
eyes closed, singing bout a problem that aint real
mind gold, just a lil tarnished and im sorry that the tides low
let there be a wave upon your heel
think of what you're missing, its presented wrapped in a bow
cant slack on the soul, pour wax for a mold
and thankfully so, immortal on a shelf on the low
man let me stop it

PIQUE

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bold ass little fucking low class villain

PIQUE

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