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Fred again.. x BERWYN x Gesaffelstein - BerwynGesaffNeighbours

Fishing in the Spring

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Do You Believe In Miracles?

Took a NewPort to the face,
I’m cocky like a coke-laced,
hippie,
Man, Damn, why did you have 
to do that man,
Lacked, what she couldn’t say,
talk about it, was in her eyes,
Fermina Daza and a rasta
playing Poker away
From the snow,
In the Pocanos, 

made a nose,
Out of a pose, he took on,
Lad, needs more money,
He may lose his job,
That’s $20,
Really he wants plenty, he says,

Made his girl mad, then she run and jumped,
Lead paint’ll get your lungs bust up,
Cop a nut, before you get out of here,
before she gets in my face,
About ‘Why I’m stuck here in his place,’
‘Baby, don’t worry,’ he says
Lonely in a hurry,
 I need a lust trust what you must

NewPort to the face I’m cocky like Gazillion grand,
Buzzin’ in my own head, call me for physics lessons,
Yo, he wants the whole world,
To twirl around his finger,
Just got a girl,
And, he might lose her,
Maybe if he takes time, he can wreck this truck into the Amazon river,
Snakes in the grass,

He might as well jump in the glass,

Find his wishing well,
Really, he needs a tripping well,
Took too much LSD,
Now he’s in the sky with diamonds
Made seances on ceiling fans,
Corny ashy,
He needs a poster,
Of himself,
To remind him of who he was,
Really, he’s stuck on the bolster
Sped up what the fuck was up.

Might’ve made it if he knew what he was,
Made a glass stain, now he’s paper cut,
Shoved a girl in a locker in the tenth grade,
Now he’s paying for with his karma,
He’s made,
Tons of nickels, for the sickle,
But, they all keep going away to Uber Eats,
Rotten cleats,

Forty sheep

He needs Forty Shackles,
To ride the beat like a wave,
Nah, he ain’t the type to get played,
You Take a schoolin’,
If you’re droolin’,
For more karma,
 Residential locker in the sauna,
Hop out the rollercoaster,
Hopin’ he’s post bail

Don’t need no advice, don’t ask him,
He’s rappin, and lastin’ in bed, so hard,
They call him Captain,

Ay Mami, where’s the pussy,
Who needs psychedelic poetry,
To calm the soul,
He’s so restless he could be a ghoul,

Make raps, like tragic acts,
Wreck monsters like they’re hidden diamonds,
Interviewed to be a shaman

Call him Vish-aaman

Epic Journey Through Lazarus

bitch im bacKk like I left someeee #NASARATI2

Lean On My Body

Lean On My Body [Prod. Take A Daytrip & Jasper Harris]

Chorus:

Wandering,
Can’t take what I’m seeing,


If a photograph could make us go back, 

Imagine, what I would tell you,

I could tell you,
“I don’t know what I’m doing,”

I wouldn’t know what I’m seeing,
Baby place a photograph on my heart,
So I could feel it   beating
Forever

Verse 1:

Wandering through the crowds,
Of misery,
Am in Italy,

To hop off a plane,
To proud,
She didn’t know how we ended up in Chicago

Doin’ a dance,
Baby, make a wish, this might be your chance,

Baby, you nibbled on me,
I could care less what people think of me,

Wink at me, just one time Baby,
Say it, and I won’t spray it,

Cockroach of his times,
Ambidextrous with the hands,

Trying not to get too dark,
In a world full of smut

Cockroach of his times,
He might need some Draino,
For this hangover

On the world, the world’s hungover,
It’s like that episode in South Park where
Stan sees everything turn to shit,
This shit’s a gift

Where’re you when I need you baby,
You’re right by my side,
You got so much grit,
You keep my home warm,
You love it when I clown,
You

My girl likes eggs and waffles in the morning,
Can I corner her,
With all this wit and swagger,

I still can’t seem to pick it up,
 She picks me up,
Keeps me lunch,
Over Vietnamese food, we crunch,

Under the table, our dog’s doing hurdles,
Curl next to me girl, so I can feel this warm on my sores,

Am I the man,
Got engaged at Coachella,
To the girl of my dreams, this shit’s a gift,
No amount of pressure can make us rift,

Baby, you’re the gap in my teeth, that’s a grit,
World’ll end before we split,
There’s no karma in ending things,
It’s the easy thing

To Do

Verse 2:

Misty mountain tops and eyes filled with tears,
Lately baby, I haven’t been feeling near, to the light,
No instead, I’m stuck in a dustbin with a pipe,

Sometimes I take my gifts for granted, produce, write, music,
Baby, it’s you and me in this circus,
We bought tickets to the universes,
And, we got front row,

To the Isaiah Rashad show,
In June,
Baby, you didn’t here of that,
Well, here’s my present to you, for sticking with me through the slack,

Run your own race,
Run your own race,
The realest lyrics I ever wrote,
Poke a bear,
 And, end up in jail,
Baby, even if the bail was a hundred million, you’d still bail me out

Baby, I’m lazy,
Sometimes I’m crazy,
Smoking this vape makes me hazy,
Sometimes
 I grind,
But, I fall,
Maybe that’s the realest lyrics I ever wrote,
I fall,

We all fall,
We all fall,
Sometimes, and I pray there’s a Baby like you there,
To save the day,

Your pretty in a world full of blue skies,
Your pretty in a world full of green trees,
Your pretty eyes

Epic Journey Through Lazarus

Vishaal

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