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I gotta pardon you, what?!Tryna say life is a path to a box
Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock
Regardless it spins dance or plot
Try heal the pain like Arnica does
But when that dont, yeah, hard liquor does
I said hard liquor does, they say that the come downs
Part of the buzz, its self destructive at the heart of the rush
We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump
Over hurdles with us and I've found that person
I'm certain its love, I ain't gonna stay searching
Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut
How can I do that?Brain would erupt
Gotta live life till my frame won't budge
How can I look down when I gotta aim up?
Like jet planes heading into space from a crust
Face of the man in the seat stays fearless
Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness
Do this for life, no mistake I'm serious
Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us
Creeping nearly, rearing near to us. Breathes on my neck
Feel sheer mysterious, heres turned weird
Echoes feel the eeriness, sound of the voiceless
I dream theyre hearing us, I dream theyre here with an open ear for us
Downed like vodka, things ain't as clear as it
Yet I'm watching fearless, lifes mysterious
Holding tight to the wheel, thats steering it
Ain't nuttin' like me, ain't nuttin' like you
Cause everybodys different, gotta stay clued to the instincts
We could all die in an instant, won't live life as a prisoner
Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone
Thats wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends
Burning the candle at both ends drifting
So I'm pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in
Missing the days when we were just kids and
Man its all so far from this
What happened to fun without drugs
And how come everyone f**ks but don't love
And why mans gotta be acting unjust
When they ain't nothing more than a man that just fronts
Got the flows robust
When I open it up cold blood thrown up
On the road froze up no luck got stuck
So what I'm cut like blunts with the punk
No trust thats us clutch rough to the stuff
Thats makes us f**k see facts face up
In the rate race bruf, bust traps trace back
To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground
Whilst trying to build up