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Just Shut The Fuck Up For Once, Please... Holy Shit

 

Just Shut The Fuck Up For Once, Please... Holy Shit

(album: Here Ya Go - 2017)


Digging deep, hold the shovel
Scraping dirt out my fingernails
Got these scrapes on my knuckles
I work the night shift
Graveyard, where the light dim
And double the darkest night crept
I'm cuddled up with the knife
Seeing double right out my iris
Eyeless-hanging-head in the cupboard
I sleep beside it
Wake up in the morning with dried up blood on my eyelids
I disappear in the silence (Whew)
Bring me back like original Teen Titans
You fucking with a lion, not a hymen, save your breath
Like the Heimlich maneuver through your computer
Through all YouTuber screens
Who the fuck really under the influencing numbers
And stylistically bundled up every new release
Not your honor, I judge you for acting stupidly curious, look
May I convince you to change perspective
This hearing is booked
'Cause your conception of self is frankly delirious
Thought I mentioned it
I know perception mysterious but the fact is as clear as it should
Stand in the light so I see you better
Believe it's as good
I'm mentally straining and done
Enough to be paid in some funds
Higher than anyone off this blunt that I'm smoking for lunch
I drop and I clean up the crumbs
Riding the beat to the punch
Line up ya teeth to the front
Kick 'em then spit the blood in a cup till he leaning, po' up
Pull up then light ya block with a pole till it's hot like the sun

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