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Foist
03:32
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Juvenile body at the bottom of the wave pool
That’s an automatic angel that’ll stay cool
Never idle like a sucker in a bank line
Stressing over credit ratings
They had a good time
Let’s get this it over and done
I lost my one
good leg, it rotted off, gangrenous
Bundle me up in fresh pine
And in no time
It will disinfect the dangerous
Parasitic bacteria
Don’t fret pen pals, mamma’s hear for ya
Anthracis bacillus in envelopes
Sniff the letterhead
That’s all she wrote
You should only wear biodegradable trash bags
Cause you’re bound to OD at your DA step dad’s
Blocks and blocks of luxury lofts
Pop up and pay laid off
Dumb ass cops to walk back and forth
To protect such slapdash
Half occupied nouveau riche crash pads
you’re going to shellac your brain with all those techno disco poppers
How are you going to be able to shoot triple letter agents out of black helicopters
Aloe Vera to soothe those ulcers
Debt collectors to feed gross vultures
Topical ointments
Tension in all joints
Shellac your brain, relapse, dissolve
Break up the band, eat dry aged steak,
Involve authorities,
They tried poison me orally
Pretty sure they’ll be Erased historically,
moral majority all stars, deaded
Carved length wise, bloodletted and beheaded
Your not living if you’re
Not squatting
Dead rich peoples
Beach houses
At rock bottom
I was Outta commission a minute
Now I can walk again
Bitten by a water moccasin
Ran outta oxygen
Could’ve been brain dead
Alas I remain
Physical therapy
Got me back in the high life again
You’ve got ex wives
You collect knives
Cheap Fantasy film replicas get wise
The depressed guys
That you tell sex lies
Loosen the fit on their synthetic neckties
No silk in sight no breathable fabrics
Addicted to predetermined digital magic
Individually packaged starchy snacks crackle underneath
Gross cross trainers with hot sauce
packet stains
Lame, you’re PreOrdained to face death so forgettably flaccidly
Nope Fuck shit let me die crisp
asphyxiate deep in space without gravity
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44
05:09
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Sailboat school was not my bag
Too much canvas and blue crab
I returned inland with codes
To pave my next dead end road
Got my first Dalmatian boots
Debt collectors in pursuit
Roadside motels I snuck in em
All I missed were local woman
Living loathing soiled clothing
Thin as cheesecloth this corrosion
Meadow foam to crisp my S's
Got bested by some old chess wiz
That was a hard Lesson learned
A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time
They caught the dutchess in a lurid intrigue
There’s cybernetics in her fantasy league
Fountainheads will all be mutated under the second son
A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time,, oh no
We go insane going against our intuition
A stroll back though lessons I learned first hand
The cash I’d have saved had I soaked not canned
Had leather conditioner been applied
My hands on approach wouldn’t feel so fried
We go ,,,,,,,,
A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time,, oh no
Calculate and then convert the cost,
The percentage of momentum lost
From every minute of each mental block
We go insane going against our intuition
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Mrs.Paintbrush Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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