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LYRICAL MENSTRATION FT SLINLE

This world got us huffing drugs like candy, dude,
but can't trust us to have our own money handy. Dude.
So it's tooth insurance through the roof, mortgage less than rent split in two.
Students loans got sanctioned pushers in every High School, that's why they're high, fool.
Look the kids in the eye and say everything will be alright. 
When it's kids that make the future and these shooters ain't so bright.
Rather suture up the wound than let it fester overnight but whether we're safer with guns isn't something we can seem to decide. 
And it's not like there'a a button to delete them all at once so disarming the populace ain't in the question  implied.
It's uh probably fine. I mean it's... yeah. 

And it's funny, because it's money that spins til the merry-go whine.
Skins that we wear in awareness of mind. 
Of the fairness and afflictions and contradictory plights.

time to get high, yeah it's
time to get high

I'm slowly smoking desert trees, dry herb
roll it up like tumbleweeds, higher.
I'm lonely, full effort to making beats.
Desires a craft rope-sheet, the house is on fire.
They say where his personality?
Try burnt up set on don't disturb. 
Try fed up this two-faced world.
Tried ying and yang in blue faced whirls.
In my blue phase, just a day or two or thirty in a twirl.
Here is my deal with Azazel, no need for an appraisal:
as sin commence, and it condense, we all fallen angels.
Embittered by a wickedness of living under fables:
American dreams and divine beings interloping how the tables turn, ignorant of kinetics that determine how our crossing cables churn.
Burnt into ya memory a treasury of treachery.
Two hundred hours every week, 
at least how much I'm practicing. 
Started in rap departments rickety on the balance beam.
Several hours worth of content, abilities colored canvassing.

it's probably fine, I mean it's-
Probably fine, yeah it's-

[Tripps]

I like the
I like the
I like the things you said so I gon say them now all by myself
I know some students pushing out some fucking powder through their dorms 
I know it's useless to confuse them as some students in control
but I'm professing that propulsion cause corrosion t' serotonin
but in the moment drugs seem potent smile holder only lasting for an hour 
till you shower the next day and your broke, and you feeling like a joke,
you scratch the poke with dirty nail don't worry bout it' no one cares
but hours later things seem frail and you got sweat beads in your hair
the waves and Raises in the floor are no matter for concern but now your stomach turns yours eyes seem burnt
your skin is fucking itching mane
you need to see a student soon to boil your spoon of Oxy-Moon-rock's laced with lots,
their fillers Oils that a spectrometer can't spot,
you ever heard of baby laxatives,
well that explains a fucking lot....

all yall gotta fucking hear this
you aint nothing but some demons
smoking feelings sniffing dealings
got a suitcase or a briefcase?
fucking pack it leave your family
leave your home and cease the miseries 
if you dealing close down business
otherwise it's none my business
I don't support you or ignore you
I got feelings bout your dealings
I got feelings bout you demons
I appease my own with reason
I got reasons for my demons
don't you treat me like im tweaking
I'm just feeling I'm just feeling

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