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thinking while eating a handful of almonds

 

thinking while eating a handful of almonds

(album: budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies - 2018)


You wind up building chapels, lamenting homies
Bending phones 'round labyrinth walls, damn it all to low hell
It's him who thought "oh well" to life's entirety
They tried knighting me nightly, calling it therapy
Why do you wear at me? My nig, I used to skip daily
When whim was the only thing worth aiming for
Say no more, Pagliacci, bad photocopy
Once again, from the top now
I hate how rap look from the top down
Coarse seed and bottle on forefinger
Oh, how the remorse lingers
In a past life, I used to hate the bad guy

And realize it was a lack of personal effort
Now I'm weaponized
It was a lack of personal effort
Now I'm weaponized
It was a lack of personal effort

Fist full of cops cops, breathing like Bruce Bruce
At this point, it's the hunger steering mostly
Foul mouth flow, time traveling, toasting
A likkle labor and a red penny
Sure it dazzles, but continues to fly over my head
As the violet smiles, violence piles in spreadsheets
It occurred to me that I had outgrown doubt
Practicing carpentry like a green almond
Swimming as a giddy dolphin, my lil boy smiles often
And that's my pan to see pandolce
Now I know how they scare easy
As I snatch square head tares from palms greasy
And that's my pan to see pandolce

I realize it was a lack of personal effort
And now I'm weaponized, now I'm weaponized
It was a lack of personal effort
Now I'm weaponized, now I'm weaponized

Doom and glory, and knowing who you are
Did you know that I know who I am?
No, I know, no, no, no, no, I, I know
The law's an anagram for wealth
My black ark is parked
Where Amy Schumer isn't targeted marketing
I live inside a computer too
But I wrote this on a backyard hilltop
Thinking about how to get them before they get me

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