waken

in the light of this trauma

while m just hittin ma launcher

and making it trumble off to the course its all fizzy drama

why did i even do allthe shit this made me a monster

and took me away from the miles that i thought were getting too shorter

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Now wake up its morning,dead bodies need soldering

you know what thought what you had was over your head

but you're a cold brain

I do know its just hard though.

its gives you a motherfreakin heart strobe\

Givin up on a life gave you your wants

What else could a motherfucker ask for

its groups in a much 'fore cracking the hunch

maybe hard as a tweaky twin twat whore

its over on the glove and the dirt on my shirt

And today is jus gonna be my laast score

crashing over midfields and worth of junky drama

this game of thones has always had its ending in the trauma

and if you're thinkin u just laid the rest to make this horror

Lower lighting the crescent spliffin hittin off the coffin

And make this your day your conscience when sleeps

it weeps in a molar deep

tryin hard to pretend finding simple to word

while its harder for the realer to see

to see is to be when its gets you the creep

Travel down to the Mighty's keep

And lay down your head,just as you in your bed

say the words of the wiser to see

Let's say it opens your eyes,just had a little trial of the beehive

uprooted the marks of the crave height Shot,

You would rather wanna turn a screw to jack knife

 

But riff has turned you back now,just strap it on to your neck now

And try hard to pretend,its a line of forceful defence now!