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Addlerall

(album: Beneath The Toxic Jungle - 2015)


[Rav:]
She was my bank of insecurities
I was a bag of immaturity
She was the Vicodin curing me
Yo, why do I make this shit sound like a eulogy?
They were the badges of my purity
But they became the barriers skewing me
From the path that I chose willingly
And still my wrath weakens me currently
But I've got a goal, so I can't waste time
Man I've got to go, crossing obstacles
Not for profits, or products from a Prada store
Nor pride, or a prize like a pot of gold
My daddy went to Oxford
He made a lot of money
He thinks I've used him for it
That's what he's told my mommy
And that's what mommy told me when I told her that I'm leaving to America Pursuing my dreams, your son's a demon
But I ain't mad at y'all, we're incompatible
Choking on the adderall
Smoking dope, the grass is tall

[Scuare:]
Weaponized delusion til the truth is hard to recognize
Spinning it out of control, beholden to this web of lies
Peter Parker picked the path, now pay the toll
Paint a proper picture packaged by the promise in a soul
Pat the pockets, pack the bowl
Then back to practicing, to grow
The passion acting like it's rationed
That's a tad irrational
But that's the goal
In fact it's half the actual
Battle, get up, rattle off
A billion little addled thoughts till it's over
Make a spot to wind down
Break it off of right now
And get closer
To building bridges from the bricks of the decisions that exist
But it's no sure
Things sing songs about the same dreams long before we came
Seems all these labels playing with the psyche
The fortitude that's forged is due to facing the unlikely

[Outro:]
Shit, I don't even know what that means
Yeah, that's all I got to say

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