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Moksha

 

Moksha

(album: Peak - 2017)


(Bring it out)
Bring it out

Bringing something out of me
That I always had to hide
I don't wanna miss a ride
I don't wanna miss a ride
Ample dead (ample dead) and afterthoughts (afterthoughts)

Put some pressure on my body
Exchanges all warm and sloppy
I'm not complaining
I just be thinking too broad
Stab a hole in my ego
I keep on ripping my gauze
I be impatient
My Momma raised me better
We had a date at the spa
We spoke of Cain and moksha
I said that's two different books
She said it's all the same laws
I don't know where you get it from

While your fam playing scrabble
You was in a whip packing blunts with a number 2 pencil
Wood handle, white panel, everything you asked for
Last time I checked, you didn't have a platform
Last time we sext, I didn't even ask for the ass
I ain't mad at you
Flash for the squad
Ain't no point in acting like my niggas ain't over my shoulder playing my dividends like a console
P.S. pussy I got DLC
Breathe easy for once
CD skipping but we still gon' bump

(Bring it out)
Bringing something out of me
That I always had to hide
I don't wanna miss a ride
I don't wanna miss a ride
Bringing something out of me
That I always had to hide
I don't wanna miss a ride
I don't wanna miss a ride
Ample dead and afterthoughts

We're just kids running in a canyon of thieves
Back in the forest a siege won't let the jaguars leave
Or the Toyota's cause these niggas couldn't handle the keys
Initial D in the drivers seat me and these trees
Yeah it's just me and these trees
Pit stop just to watch cherry blossoms
All around me such a pretty bitch everything pink but the bleach in my hair that my father's never seen
Don't wanna see me if I let my walls down as if they were architectural geniuses in a meeting of the beings who created St. Peter's Basilica
Under the portico lungs hotter than Nineveh
Little bonsai reaching for the light
Used to meet by the swings, try to fly
Always hated wood chips in my laces
I only meet you in my dreams these nights

(I don't wanna hide?)
(Never never?)

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