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lyrics
A Counterfeit well being
Bound to get bitter
I dream of better scenes and predicaments
but the business of getting this
uplift spirits like Pegasus
Bet it’s pity irrelevant to my physical temperament
In a pickle intelligence dribbles little developments
Nimble, but cautious
Don’t reflect, but I remember all of the shit
Impressions, life’s pleasures
I’m a second off from caustic goth kids
and I’m coughing
Coffee breath and my cloth itch
Olive skin soft as cotton akin to lava
a lot of the problems embedded in several mental episodes
Enter roads with entrances covered in spider webs and woes
And on the edge of hope, I etch a flow
Hands down like Dashboard Confessional
And as ashes dip in snowy grounds we crashed in
While we clasp a dutch
I don’t smoke much, but I don’t have a fuck
And after floods, the sun is bound to drown us till the grounds erupt
Red flowers and towers of silky moods
A rowdy drug induced amusement fluent in sounds that buzz
Penny for thoughts, so I’m never down on luck
Polish off a plate of implausible mistakes
If possible, chase regret with a flask attached to hips with decay
I still complain, but claim my sorrow is a far away place
I guess I teleport back and forth
Elon musk must embrace my mood swings
in a fashion I do things like every weeks fashion week
In a pattern, the blue moon brings a padded release
The passions erratic, but I’m at it again
only to prove you things
I’m sad, but no sadist
No miraculous Christian grey
As a matter of fact, all girls Ive crushed on made they’re way
to a list of victims I might kill when I finish this vape
I might fillet these raps like a sea bass thrown over these flames Hyphenate my fame, don’t hype my name
Alright? I’m lame
My heights to blame for heists arranged
So to obtain a brighter lane
A tighter pussy to fuck
but let’s be real
all you bitches suck
Stole daddy's hydrocodone at 17
when home alone
oh no
so goes a plot twist
with pill popping props
it’s sick
like how love takes common sense hostage.
Producer Jansport J uses nostalgic soul, funk, and 1990s hip-hop to craft a serene opus designed to help you chill. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 28, 2018