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tough drive for a time when the tires rough,

figure the motion of great lengths are tiring enough,

picture the moment of concept structure fading up,

its a sign that i'm fine enough take it up.

 

faking a fuck to be giving,

i know its a lie that your living,

you act like its not living enough,

so what the hell are these visions,

fucked up premonitions,

you acting like you should give this shit up.

 

acting like i'm a kid that don't make no mistakes,

fractions of the actions acting on my own fate,

some of the times that i know it feels so great,

is some of the times that i know that my own mistakes,

 

get in the way of my mind,

its my time for high time or high times i know its the time again,

come around when you choosing to be of a failiure I don't see no amends,

count on your own damn friends.