Still wrap the stains, out the muck
White box, full of pot
Locked arms filled with drains
Write bars, I’m the {?}
Up in the mark, couple cuts
Psylocybin ’til I’m f#cked up
{?} instead of {?} oceans getting fluids
I’m not looking it back and it all the same (aye)
Bring me some blanket to sit on my frame (what)
Drop in the awfulest sh#t ain’t okay (aye)
Run at the back of the spine, at the bottom
Soaked into ground and {?}
Claim, what’s the back
Brain smooth, not today
The taste of rain, another place to fame
Stuck into my carcass shape
Pokes, in my pocket’s face
Poached, outta {?}
I’ll just {?} myself for a few weeks and nothing draining on my names
No control
I’vе been
Got clogs in my act, chain
Hunnid rocks in my mainframe
Adblock in my {?}
Lost it for nothing, get stuck whatevеr
I might get by at the bottom
It’s so crowded
At the bottom
{?} crawling
At the bottom
It’s so-
Stall me at the line
I purchase blueprints all on my suture, all on my-
Claim, what’s the back
Brain smooth, not today
The taste of rain, another place to fame
Stuck into my carcass shape
Pokes, in my pocket’s face
Poached, outta {?}
I’ll just {?} myself for a few weeks and nothing draining on my names
No control
I’ve been
No control
I’ve been
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