f#ck your progression and
I be stuck With obsession
Mixing sprite with the lean
Maybe sippin depression
Haters blindin my path
Tryna cool down my wrath
Taking pills got me different
But the rush never last
Cannot figure out my pleasures
Mix them in with desire
Weed really be my treasure and the pain don’t ever lesser
The pain don’t ever lesser
The drugs got in my mind tell me I cannot remember (huh)
Wring a bloody rag in a tеar-filled basin;
Put a boat to sail in a tearful ocean;
And I can’t guarantee any absolution
But I huggеd a couple lions for the oxytocin
And I don’t need a diamond ring
For my kind of bling;
Put a pot of a better gold
For the bitter cold;
What I bring for the galling sting
Is a golden string
Which I lasso round the neck of my fate
Then I sting
Oh, don’t cry
Got a little bit of pain but don’t fright;
Tell your mother I’m insane
But don’t lie
For the blind I’m cane while they’re poolside
Which is different than a bromide
If life’s not an appetizer for something grander
Then truly we are all cadavers
And I spit bars so to find the answer
Like a helmet search for a headless lancer
I—to silence—won’t be bound
And I do know some born in pound
That know no reason to be forced
No muzzle sought for spoutless hound
Keeping their cymbals around but never making a sound
I, wanna build an empire
While you sit on your couch and you respire;
I’ve been finding deeper truth, leaving all the sages quaking
While you pray to your bed you can retire
This world, has proven to be bleak
From redwood to the leak
From boisterous to the meek
Few glee-filled radices can I e’er hope to keep
My hunger rarely lets me sleep
But I still bleed on hill that’s steep
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