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I got a bad case of the feels today,
And I just cant ascertain why.
Im sorry if i just stay home today,
Im more comfortable alone inside.

No human interaction for this twenty-four.
Sleep it away just to pass the time.
The hour hand’s slow and it makes me mad,
Curtains drawn tight against the shine.

Dark and solitary with a blanket and book,
So I can lose myself inside.
Or maybe close my eyes and dream a bit,
My own adventure time.
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Here I go, back on the sad shit,
Cant figure out how to get back at it.
I ravaged tracks before,
But this is different, neighbor next door.

Anchored to a spot in my head,
Helplessness what my psyche bread.
So instead, I lay down the pen,
Back at the jigsaw, dead again (yo)

Never really had a B plan,
What to do when caught in quicksand.
The dreamscape aint even safe,
Insomnia, so temazepam.

Damn.. I fucked up.
Which dagger jacker poured me a cup.
Over a year sober,
But the pills still try and call me over.

Name on the perscription. (pre-script-shan)
Orange bottles, of vallium.
That xanax had me twisted.
Pictures hiroglyphics.

The boat, I guess I missed it.
But that’s just a superstition.
Another one is sure to come,
Posted up, cause I cant run.

Done, no im not.
Time to kill, watchin my watch.
Insane from the tick tock,
Wallet lackin gu-wap.

Woah.. check this out.
New mixtape in the heat of the drought.
Writing all of my thoughts out.
New mind frame to figure out.

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I love to bump bangers,
But I think my range is greater.
Rhyme schemes are like sex for me,
So rapping is my ecastcy, yo.

Beat repatitous,
Tedious, but the flow is vicious.
I was always one for the fanfare,
But im sceptical, cause life aint fair.

Meet me there, the endpoint.
But im still on the journey.
These songs my manifesto,
No bullest, no tech bro.

I never plan to stay strapped,
‘cause beef is shit, so fuck that.
All I do is rap and stuff,
In my heart of hearts, that’s enough.

My passion keeps me going.
Wether its rain, sleet, or snowing.
Guess you could call me post man,
Im posted, without a single damn.

No beamer banz, no escalam.
No lamborgham, no trans am.
No paper stacks, no wallet fat.
And the truth is, im fine with that.

I know I talk ‘bout flexin,
But that aint who I be.
Im twenty one, I make lame puns,
I got addictive tendancies.

So roll with me, or stay away.
The end result will be the same.
Ill still be makin my music,
While you move onto some new shit.

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