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bva - insomnileptic lyrics

(you don’t seem right, son, there’s something wrong…)

[verse 1: bva]
am i awake yet? see me listening to cds on a tape deck
i can’t hear no tune, so i break west
deranged insomniac that’s also half narcoleptic
i took the scenic route to skip where the path directed
who wrote the map? i don’t trust n0body
employed paranoia to write half my flows for me
two-faced; secret screwed face so you: “go, buddy!”
girls claim they don’t like tlc, then they go scrubby
i’m still yawnin’, no beat, bring the p-wn in
we brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning
bacteria forming, it’s human evolution
bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution
go and get some troops, then we’ll have a word war
i’ll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born
write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice
roll with kings, but won’t let none of us in the palace
wonderland; b-tt-plugged alice, caught and ate the rabbit
i’m only as strange as your opinion can manage
phallic imagination and i speak the narrative
i think i must still be asleep, i better have a spliff

[verse 2: bva]
i’m waking up again, probably still dreaming
side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming
tryna pack a bite, like a baby that’s still t–thing
bought a ticket for my sanity and said ‘winning’, as the train’s leaving
who the f-ck needs a reason? for we did it for the right ones
now i speak in fluent diarrhea whilst i write tongues
came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it
graff’d the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it
probably crash soon, steerin’ clear of the white lumps and the black spoon
where they can’t hear you like a vacuum
is that doom?
yeah, i’ve seen him coming, let’s walk, don’t start running
in fact i feel weak, let’s start bunning
i arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores
queens on display, now i’m making her float like a carnival
won’t leave till i’m full, i’ll unnecessarily run lips
stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause i had that worzel thumb-itch
more than one glitch, definitely, i made out of dam wood and there’s only hieroglyphics on my recipe
can’t see the future so i’m tryna get the best of me
i’ll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me

- bva lyrics

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