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Forces, Magnetic Pull
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i could punch my flows in like a coupon
student of the the game like i'm forced to go to kumon
lemme take my shot, i don't really need a shoe on
yeah i know that i'm a keeper like i'm buffon
knowing how i'm feeling i hate nuances
i've been spitting so much i need some new tonsils
y'all rep the big dawgs, we the new mongrels
if we talking independent i'm a role model
searching for my words like i'm playin boggle
real jenga with the hurt but i never topple
holding back my tears need reverse goggles
voices in the head starting new squabbles
yeah the truth be hard to swallow like some glass marbles
lemme numb it up a little open new bottles
stinking from regret need to go gargle
head hard like it's all cobble
sprinting from my problems like i ate carbo
working on my progress, i could move hostile
digging at my past, like some old fossils
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had a couple bouts with the sadness
balance all misplaced knocked out by the passion
worn out by the brain y'all just hopped out the mattress
tryna find a lane man tryna get established
moving up the brackets
not about the fame but i'm sick of being backlit
sick of all the games man I know my shit is valid
sweep away the pain till it taps u with a mallet
bruise upon the shame, when i'm topping up the beverage
for the lungs and the liver that I damage
gathering the shit that I spit upon the canvas
you could have told me straight u didn’t really had to drag it
feelings I can’t tame it be sticking like a habit
depression ain't a phase it just stacks until it's passive
deepening the baggage
here’s to being hazy till I throw away remembering
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burning bridges like it's paper at a monastery
yeah the change wasn't forced it was voluntary
commentrary rhymes for the monetary gain
healing scars with my dawgs we a veterinary
pain thrusts it don't seep within
let it rinse let it rinse, i ain't weeping since
common sense not convinced by your play pretend
why u leave when i told u that i need a friend
let it go
let it go
what i comprehend
just to change it into something i could keep in
nothing but illusions that's our feelings
nothing but myself that i could depend
the trivial nature of a pretence
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Stop Playing!
01:22
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know the ciggies make my lungs cry
long nights i revisit like alumnis
meditations i've been pacing by the bonzai
sick of all these comments, dog i'm more than just the lofi
way that y'all comparing like a cockfight
the way that i've been spittin man i'm feeling like my tounges drying
texting to my demons told them come find me
i'm sleeping with the reasons just to stop trying
this the station man i'm alighting
locked in and i'm revising
this the only soul that i could confide in
moving heavy on my toes, lost god's guidance
form a chapter bout this non-violence
don't push me to the slope my fists talk silent
in my island i don't question that i'm top 5
no lying
no lying
i'm in the room
like a puppy that been born stray
straight from the womb
i was born on an off day
legion of doom
making jams like the causeway
erupt in the scene
like a film about pompeii
y'all stuck
faces looking like some romaine
y’all panic for a shot
like a seal in a shark tank
need a shrink to rethink
scott lang
one flowing to the kick
rodtang
i'm done with this shit
stop playing
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Gremlins
01:58
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keep back
i been counting demons let it stack
attack
coming up with reasons
i was left
with less
the feelings that be teething
take a breath
relax
keep back
i been counting demons let it stack
attack
coming up with reasons
i was left
with less
the feelings that be teething
take a breath
relax
(breath)
the visions i've been seeing
had to run it back
joggin back to memories where i relapsed
i was steady struggling
deceiving max
lost myself
for just the hell of it
i woudn't cap
the ego wasn't delicate
i lost respect
i was feeling hesitant
to stay direct
i was losing sleep
cause i can't connect
days that i was grieving
seem to come and pass
collecting my regrets
like some match attax
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shaved my skull but i'm dragging my dreads
i was itchin with the lies that be humbled when said
grieving for the times when i should have been lead
my ego wasn't mild it would have left me misled
mockin with a smile when i'm feeling upset
struggle finding words for these thoughts in my head
so i stutter instead
my dreamings been a forming in a broken cassete
my reason for the storming is the swollen regret
sleepin is the cousin of death
muzzle my breath
man could have make it right before the moment you left
yea the proof that i just grew to digest
most truths can be hard to divest
the proof that i just grew to digest
most truths can be hard to divest
fold the socks
step you foot up in the sludge
took another one
difficult to trudge
among the muddy and the muck
nose runny then it's plugged
there's a falling off my stock
shit be stuffy with the ruckus i can feel it thru my gut
started as a tussle then you scuffle giving cuts
got your troubled knuckles dipping in the pool of blood
watch the knees buckle down when you fold the grudge
watch you flee from the mound when you had enough
it's disease when you sucking from this teat of luck
when your straying too far you just breed a judge
when my ego too large y'all are free to budge
lights shining on a buck, i been feeling stuck
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Wowsers
02:54
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I found my drive thru the storm
forgot the windshield
my pride that I torn i let the skin peel
look at where I've gone how does he feel
knife on my palm you better keep still
how long were you gone, what it reveals
yeah i drain all my sorrow then i refill
all these tears i be distilling
drunk on my rear as i revisit
i know you didn't care but i would dream u did
i let your lies stand and made my feelings sit
i ain't trusting any more cause i know my limits
i'm nervous in my core, so I'm known to fidget
if you're mentioning my name would you please omit it
i done made a 100 songs, so i keep on living
wanna get to heaven but i keep on sinning
wounds turn to scars but i keep on licking
image of the self that i keep on splitting
i hate my fucking self i don't do forgiveness
rubbing it in
rubbing it in
rubbing it in
dirt on my skin
covered in sin
buffer the cleanse
lost in the stems
losing some friends
i coudn't pretend
i could understand
ruining the plans
i ain't got time
time to expend
the roles that i find
seem to unwind
this coping i did
all of these thoughts that i slipped
i keep the rot in my head
rip up the roots in my bed
times i was filled with regret
times that i coudn't forget
i know the ace in my head
the neglect that i'm keeping in check
all i want is respect and a cheque
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smoke break just to run longer
guess i'll act okay, i don't got oscars
the weights roleplay in the disorder
just let my face say that i'll get stronger
i don't like to play play if we talk dollars
i don't like to vacate from my own quarters
i don't like to face fate, im a hope hoarder
hope that i'll just make it past these old borders
check 1 goin live from my brain i'm a reporter
too one in the same i'm no conformer
too blunt for the fame when i write somber
when thoughts roll out, then i transform
if my heights just right then i'm cash short
when we start to hear the blues, go and dance more
when we stop to hear the news, we start to ignore
theres a fight outside we gotta care for
and there's a light inside i gotta share lord
i spend more on good flowers because they last longer
the future bright but the past stronger
does it matter whose face that the mask’s on?
cus i knew right then, you ain’t that monster
the mood kind of bent out of shape like my back posture
what they ask of ya?
to ride the same wave as the boat they’re attached onto?
or to try to face fate as a hope hoarder?
oh, to climb old walls with new ladders
grew thankless through taking restraint as a last option
my genre loves a shakespearian fate
the past just repeated itself in the strangest of ways
and it’s hard, when your hands getting hard and those hands on the clock still making me age
i learnt to stand on the dock because boys still surfing on a dangerous wave
but am I taking my time or is it patient decay?
am i trapped in a place or am i made to remain?
am i blatantly vain?
for not rating some bait that they’re grateful to take
what a flagrant display
my face in amazement
but i’m okay just to run longer
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gotta get my feet on the ground
lately i've been falling too deep in my sounds
lately i've been feeling like i'm tied to my doubt
drowning in the hate that i had for myself
wonder if my fate is the reason that
i feel like a twig on a waterfall
place my trauma on replay and do encores
these the times where the breathing be a chore
i'm just hoping that these waves will bring my face to the shore
pretending i'm okay tryna find something more
who the hell i'm kidding if i'm fucked in the core
i cry so many times i coudn't cry anymore
this the shit that won't end till i end in a morgue
pressing all my sores
hoping that it numbs in to something i ignore
a smile is a trial and it's brief like a tour
my relief is a gift i could barely afford
imma live with the grief till i can't anymore
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moving like a pawn i confess i couldn't move backwards
i don't trust without a test i need a two factor
flip a new chapter
i'm wary when it stacks, but i watch it when it reshatters
shallow traits that i recapture
lost faith but i'm sharing all these new masters
a song for every problem needs a new plaster
year two mary sue but the truth ain't heal better
yeah the wrongs that was swollen, cause of loose passion
yeah the bags on my eyes they ain't for fashion
cause the sleep come in small rations
while anxiety with full gallons
had to fake my fucking laughs like i'm j fallon
i was buckled in the past i couldn't unfasten
crashing to a reaction
i let it fatten then i slash away the distractions
watch the wounds turn to tunes to get some lil cash in
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Dream Pop on Steroids
02:02
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we spreading healing through the longitudes and latitudes
spare me of the platitudes
fuck you and your can do attitude
this a all we can do man we gotta do it
gratitude achieved i could never lose it
continual fatigue making home improvements
ambiguous intrigue i was munching on edible pollutants
digesting all the grief then i swallow down a new one
i know i could be petty i know i've been a nuisance
many had to leave now i'm left with all the real ones
we be running highlights y'all be sticking to the reruns
contingency contingency conditional position
i could never miss
by now it's just tradition
i don't take it as a competition
just a group of human beings sharing truths and inspirations
spoken meditations
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