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art morera - onism lyrics

yeah
look

café con leche
i’m on my way to the paycheck but i can use a vacation
voice in my head is telling me i should stay patient
but it’s getting interrupted by some phrases
i’m keeping to myself so that i don’t sound crazy
let’s just say that it’s a one+sided conversation
attention disconnected, was late at making payments
now i’m banging on the tv, like stevie
i wonder if the outsiders looking in can even see me
i doubt it but if you hear me, holler
dollars in my wallet it was all i really wanted
i would autograph the a sharpie
same marker i’ma walk up to a wall and do graffiti
i was always an artist even as a toddler would draw monsters
sit on the stairs and read comics
a street sign on my block was tagged by atomik
montana’s in my jan sport, i’m bombin’
what’s a troll to a goblin, a home if it’s haunted?
i can tell you what a ghost looks like because i saw one
astral projecting my soul from my body
how i came out my sh+ll busting flows at the party

there’s a little piece missing i swear
try to catch it in the air but it fell and got lost somewhere over there
i needed it and i don’t have a spare, that’s onism
you see what i see?

café con leche
i’m on my way to the paycheck that we receive every two weeks
from the machine that we rage against
the cage that i’m within ain’t sp+cious
and as i pace back and forth it’s like the floor
is even more slippery than that of a glacier
and outside all night is even crazier than castlevania
sometimes i want to find a lassell and hang it up
because i became an assh0l+ that complains too much, was never thankful enough
afraid of guns because if i had one in my hand
well, look up the meaning of an atrium
i be getting withdrawals like an atm
just want to kick it with y’all and look for aliens
soon as i build a brick wall i’ll feel safer then
still have a sp+ce for my friends that i’m saving for them
hopefully when i die i’ll find a haven in heaven
edgar allan poe with a raven feather
the best thing about miami is amazing weather
your ac is pathetic, hope you like your back sweaty
my music has an aesthetic, turn your headphones into an anesthetic
and my words into paramedics
take you places like astral projection
you should’ve seen the look on your face, actually i guess you did
there’s a little piece missing i swear
try to catch it in the air but it fell and got lost somewhere over there
i needed it and i don’t have a spare, that’s onism

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