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WHEN WOES BECOME SUSTENANCE

 

WHEN WOES BECOME SUSTENANCE

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.4 [2006-2016] - 2016)


[Rav:]
Not today
Today it will different
I won't let you bring me down you're crazy I won't listen
I've figured out your pace
I'm escaping out your rhythm
All you do is say "resent me" but I won't pay attention
You treat me like dirt
Stop tainting my vision
You need me, but hurt me
I've made a decision
You're swindling from work
I'm evading submission
As I chief, and this herb
Helps my feet leave this earth, uh
Ignorance is bliss
And bliss feels blissful
As long as I exist
I must resist to think so much
Hit the spliff and it's cool
That's the trick to living successful
Uncut joy
My wrists too
A question mark is a double edged sword, it's true
Why have bad aim and still own a pistol?
I just hope that this high lasts forever, please do

When there's no one else to hate
We turn to ourselves and say
You're the source of all that's bad
Always unapologetic
I will not give you attention
Killing you would be pathetic
When there's no one else to hate
We turn to ourselves and say
You're the source of all that's bad
Always unapologetic
I will not give you attention
Killing you would be pathetic, uh

[Shango:]
Holy moly tenderonis' growing summer seeds
Sonder, known to wander, ponder, wonder woman running steez
Homies only budding G's
Graduated suddenly, like cylinders
For real and works the bill with I'll surrealist works
Toke a trippy stick
Open up a little bit
Known to blow that sticky shit while waltzing down an icky strip
Homie's been Ridic' and depicting them sickness pics
If you do not call it a quit then you'll make the family sick
Ah shit, there's stuff I've been told, it's all shit
Like the only needed goal is a bitch and a mod whip
Consciousness, lost in a wash of the false fits
Diminish your life perspective, for diamonds and false tits
False shit, and once you get that it's all shit
Response becomes jaded, you know what the cost is
Thoughts assimilated, automated approach
The boss just emulated, we're all nothing but ghosts, fuck it

[Rav:]
When there's no one else to hate
We turn to ourselves and say
You're the source of all that's bad
Always unapologetic
I will not give you attention
Killing you would be pathetic
When there's no one else to hate
We turn to ourselves and say
You're the source of all that's bad
Always unapologetic
I will not give you attention
Killing you would be pathetic, uh
When there's no one else to hate
We turn to ourselves and say
You're the source of all that's bad
Always unapologetic
I will not give you attention
Killing you would be pathetic

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