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you look at me...
00:45
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hold up ! !
01:20
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hindsight
03:04
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the Silence
03:03
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he fills a, long thread of thoughts
in the note pad
my bad, reminiciscing on what he said
obsessing over what he said
they mad, they made me make a neat death bed
made of thorns, and lie in it
figuratively speaking, literally this weekend
been dreaming, nightmares about loud speakers or quiet demons
he doesnt speak it
he doesnt speak the language of the awaken, hes still sleeping
awake but hes still sleeping
long ago the trees spoke to me
they said, "you still breathing?"
questions like that make me sick to my stomach
but i aint running from it
ill, vomit if i need to
i aint scared of it, i am
drippy recluse dreamer
exclusively on vhs and dvd readers
and in alleys and parking lots near ikea
sending my cv to the nearest street cleaners
he feels a, light breeze
but for some reason it makes him,
weak to his knees
he used to sleep with the lights on
but lately lights make him lose vision
im a, recluse, a, child prodigy in making bad decisions
its a close call but
still no dice and no fishes
left in the ocean to make chips with
*are you listening?
questions like that make me sick to my stomach
but its okay, im not here for reasoning
that options long gone
delayed the poetry for an intermission
*[do you know what it feels like to not know what it feels like?]
funny that my most masterful lyrics come from a place of deep pain
*are you still listening?
questions like that make make me sick to my stomach
remembering i will never get back to my first days
my first way of escape was thick bass
im the type of person to sing my own swang song on the first date
thats a sick tape
they ask me
*howd you come up with that in the first place?
questions like that make me sick to my stomach
questions like that make my, heart ache
riddle me this, howd you come up with your worst mis-take?
is it even worth it to partake
*in life?
questions like that make sick to my stomach
stick to the plan
three pages worth of mind fuzz
and i still hope no one gives a damn
*or do i?
questions like that make me sick to my stomach
but i aint running from it
ill, vomit in a minute
and im still hella scared of it
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lain
02:18
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lately, i been feeling hazy
kicking it with daisies
hanging for the moment
sipping on some bailey's
stately, lanes becoming mazes
i cant even stand this
shortly ima leave it
reasons are a plenty
namely, im just stuck up on the fuckup that has made me
i hate me
and if im not making music then fuck is it that makes me
but fuck it ima stay with it
lay in it
flourish in the grave, kiddie, growing money and cassete tapes
808s and headaches
late flicks
drippy and the lost kid
nah fuck it,
drippy IS the lost kid
drippy is the worst kid
drippy doesnt know shit
drippy still got hard beats
drippy still got no hits
and drippy still gives no shit
lanes, lanes
eyes on me, eyes on me
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6. |
witch potions
02:29
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7. |
death jam
03:38
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8. |
...and i look back
00:45
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9. |
donnie darko
02:40
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10. |
the quiet before
00:52
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the Silence pt.2
03:10
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13. |
reminder
01:13
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14. |
closer...
03:13
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