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Lyrics
Calling on my isotopes
Cell phone
To haul up insight below
Well known
Appalled by vile lows
Hell no. so
When your ballin on point please
Watch the elbows
Bush league birds
Flapping their gums
Push these herds
To lasso those crumbs
Zooming in on that green grass
Depth of field
The bruises won't last
But you gotta let ‘em heal
Piecemeal
Fuck that’s deliciousness
Each wheel
Thrusts us closer to the finished list
Scratch it off
Maybe you’re a winner
Mackinaw cloth
Ready for a harsh winter
If it steady then the splinters
are just pricks not pointed
machetes in river
a little disjointed
This joint it’s
running on the side
for the health and the weath
And you can keep the prize
If I meet truth’s eyes
Maybe it’ll speak to me
But if I supersize
I prolly die of obesity
Easterly
From here there’s no west left
Eagerly
The beast mode’s set
Wake up
Waves filling the canoe
Make up
beef isn’t worth the barbecue
Sunny side up
your brain on those drugs
eyes wide shut
No aim for the slugs
but take that shot
break that rock
hesitate - get caught
as you watch that pot
is it all for not?
Or is it all for the best?
I guess it’s all just a fall
from the nest annnnd
Birds of a feather
crop that cream
it’s the words not the letters
that are better heard than seen
throw it on the stretcher
and move those dreams
then go and operate
to improve those means
Don’t play it safe
No apologies
You are what you brake
drop the mold from the tallest tree
