Pajamas, marijuana, comma
Kamikazes crash land
Amusement Parks, The cotten candy
Picked up by a white man
The fly landed, humans step and
he had died, and I began
to contemplate, why contemplate?
The food chain is mine and
the pupils of the teacher dialated in a moment
the kids watch, and can’t look, try and think, I can
Can’t pick up jobs cause I can’t pick up my pants, take
Vivanse on Vivanse on Vivanse on Vivanse
In my trance, got no chance of picking up new plants
expiriment for the 9th time, this week with romance
we dance, go to france, I might join a rock band
I’m intrigued, In a trance, I feel like an old man
I’m so smart I’m so wise I’m so dumb, bout to die
I’m so numb I’m so glum, nostalgia, bout to cry
No, why, Don’t know why (Why, why, why, why?)
Wonder how high, If I count until I die
1, 2, 3, 4
Wait now I’m starving, I fasted, like Busta
Look at me know, are you proud mom. “What the?”
Far, how far, can I go, In this car, In slow mo
Honking the horn, all the lights give me comatose

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Quietly, Society Had lied to me, anxiety
Varieties, the irony, of privacy in diaries
High-o-ly, addictive like sobriety, entirely
or posting up a picture, cause I need some notoriety
My god, he’s so cool, he almost died that one time
Yeah commited murder
but come on that’s only one crime
Shot up his own mind, for that he did no time
1 plus a zero, so ten times, that’s one dime
like oh my, one more than nine
that is i, in roman signs
Alphabet, is what I meant
like percocet, the pain is mine
paint the finest picture, with a perfect line
with no design, I kill the artist, let the world
decide and think how they define
I hate me, I love who I wish I was
Give a special hug to your local crip, and/or blood
the world shrugs at all thugs, I plug in my earbuds
Brain bugs, have you ever had sex while on drugs?

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You gon make me think it’s something
but really it’s nothing new
You gon make me think I’m somthing
but really nobody knew
Catch a ball and roll it on the grass
before you catch a body
All you talk is potty training
after you can blow a shotty
Packing it, the baddest shit is sadder
than a tatted wrist
Angry sex is saddening after, even the baddest bitch
Pacifist is passionless
you hit me up I’m passing it
Beatles always taught me that love is the greatest smashing hit

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