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Covert Scarecrow
01:55
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i felt better when i didn't give a fuck about a thing
haven't felt that way since i was a little kid
doesn't feel better if it doesnt sting
doesn't feel worse if it makes a quid
give em cause for concern cos of what i never learnt
only doing this for sport don't give a fuck what i earn
keeping tabs on what i own before this shit takes a turn
pessimistic returns, get too close you'll get burnt
got too keen on getting lean now my priorities fucked
pointing fingers at the sky already passing the buck
like how you stuck in the mud
been raining for days
don't get caught up in the flood
swimming thru roaches for bud
one on one with a covert scarecrow
ducking thunder on the run don't worry bout the fare tho
fidget on the left side itchy on the other
need a hit i'll take another
i'm refreshing while you buffer
need a pause while i suffer
sleep thru the pain
speeding outside my lane
leave my mark as a stain
ask me how i survive like i aint gonna explain
sandpaper on my brain
getting lost in the haze
tear your lungs like a bad cough
drunk driving on a voi with the brakes off
had to cop the pack quick before i got lost
dodging past the spoons lads always tryna act tough
i see the strings on your shoulders
for your posture
when you're gone they'll swap you with a new imposter
disposable royalty
playing god to sell snake oil to middle class teens
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cracks in the path
make a move, not a laugh
on a double digit track
trying not to relapse
scatterbrained again
getting caught in the nettles
too strung out to get stung
i got some old shit to settle
get it out while you're young
spilled my guts once now it's on the tip of my tongue
mixing bleach with orange juice to make it go down quicker
i don't wanna get sicker
end it all in a minute
because i'm tired of being tired of being tired of being awake
can't complain because i choose to partake
trading places with camouflage snakes
i'd rather shit in my hands and clap than play pretend with these bullshit merchant twats
selling common sense and calling it life hacks
i won't ask again where my money's at
i'd rather shit in my bed and sleep than validate these crypto cash grab neeks
tell em why you got your tongue in your cheek
you'll be getting clarted out in a couple of weeks
pay no mind to the algorithm listening as we speak
i don't even know what that word means
but i think it's tryna sell me something i don't need
lift the curtain
it's worse backstage
it's like getting wolves and tigers to be on the same page
who's got time for this bullshit
aint it easier to just call it quits
lift the curtain if you dare
the kool aid comes free if you're unaware
who's got time for this bullshit
aint it easier to just call it quits
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Colder
03:22
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this time aint vital
lost on arrival
wash off your rivals
patented denial
revolt in silence
makes it look violent
a part time nihilist
tryna play psychiatrist
better check the weather for tomorrow
new sun coming in, need some shade to borrow
throwing dirt in the air, hide behind a shadow
pave the way for a subtle slaughter manifesto
this time aint vital
lost on arrival
catching trains for miles
it's for the cause, don't ask for more
til im pushing flowers
im putting in the hours
some of these man want power
and start playing with their food
i mean
better check the news it's 9 o'clock now
hear them pigs talk, they think they're the victim somehow
cut my legs off, keep pushing like yeah man that's sound
put the lighter down, fuck another round
shut your mouth you don't wanna get your tongue tied
switching off my brain before i have to go the other side
this hell is colder on the inside
red and blue bodies upside down in another life
push past the pittance
take another picture
cos it don't make a fuckin difference
which way goes home
i do not know
intuition's taken a beating
it's a heavy load but no complaints, it could be heavier
taking liberties with my liberty to live in spite up until they bury ya
scrolling thru death on a lunchbreak
it's an earthquake in my head
if i told you my phone died i'm on airplane mode instead
can't be arsed to articulate
i still kick and scream when i meditate
making time for the shit i hate
if you want some more they just salivate
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Long Dead End
02:59
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it gets cold at the top of the pole
hung out to dry til there's one in the hole
give thanks, give back or give up
pay it forward or don't pay at all
another day, another fall
same old shit but it's under control
same old shit but it's never enough
swapping the water for alcohol
cos it's never enough to make me full
cos it's a dark room with another spin on the wall
they'll tell you you're being greedy while you're doing fuck-all
and when you ask what to do they'll shrug it off and pretend
that the worst is yet to come but it's a long dead end
taping up the mirrors
i don't wanna see reflections
i'm too busy trying to ignore societal infections
getting sick of being sick
if you're gonna end it make it quick
blocking out the demons but they find a way back in
my patience is wearing thin, i'll still take it on the chin
i'll still take it as another way to eat the fucking rich
only masters live in sin, never free to scratch an itch
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