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detox - rambling, pt. iii lyrics

[intro]
let’s try and stop this
i hate this
i don’t ever wanna do this ever again
but somehow i gotta let it all out
and hopefully this will be the last
pray to my father
that i can keep my mind under control
for the future and the times to come
anyways
uh, leggo

[verse 1]
wake up feeling so sore outta bed
so stiff then splash hard onto the squeaky spinney chair
scared for the future, life is such a boring cycle life
always fantasizing and dreaming about my future wife
but that’s how i stop my super addiction
conviction, i always long for my perfect ideal wife
but how can i ask for perfect if i ain’t perfect
horrible husband, all lazy and non-committed
got crabs, dirt under the fingernails, overthinking
thinking too too much, playing nba 2k11 only for the stats
also numbers, my penmanship is so bad writing on paper
got pale and dry skin details of my crummy hands
cold hands, wrists, and feet, would you understand
food and snacks eating till full, and then i’m shaking
diabetes runs in the family, and personally got diarrhea
sorry for the women gonorrhea, blurry eyes it sucks
crack my neck and stretch my back, one better than the other
gl-ss with my icky fingerprint taints and marks all over
always have to roll my head around even with a snapback
i really don’t know how others do it, i’ve been stressing so hard
i could be going bald just say it to my scalp, weird hat hair
cats, dogs, tune out and zone out, then do the shivering
my hair not perfect like others, guess i’m a brawl
checks and check marks all over, it helps me definitely
lisp of a guy, lots of junk and trash in my laptop dash computer
scratching, playing, wiping, fingering, itching, popping, poking
skin, acne, nose, forehead, back, front, abs, eyebrows, hair
scalp, ear, neck, cheeks, face, eye pockets, chin, and facial hair
wow gosh, please throw me into therapy i need some rehab
again, others are so immature and i ain’t that mature either
johnny styles, elementalnaz, and harris 73 were supposed to be here
on this track repping with me in their voices, when toes hits it hurts
those copyrights of youtube are so strict and annoying
but you know it’s the law, ask myself what talents do i have
fatigue of sunday afternoons and mornings, stupid rules k!lls
so stressful, work hard, days to come, hustling call it detox muzik
what am i better than at others, aggravating and temperature
tell my so called kids that your father could’ve been smarter
politics i don’t listen and pay attention to but it’s important
to know, longer and longer, always wearing the same belt
one pair of jeans, three white striped and blue adidas hoodie
dead skin, dandruff, acne pimples, dimples, ripples falling
and so messy, pencils and pens are essentials, so bruised
sensitive me, itchy when someone touches me, don’t touch me
earphones in sometimes it itches too, farting farty fart farts
smell the air, so smelly, moist in the air, breath of fresh air
oh breath, yes sir, touching face all the time and it causes
so much trouble, i’m just mediocre at and in everything
stuffy and stinky nose, i close it together and i’m like gah
smell of gr-ss or some weird material, little details are stressful
not knowledgeable enough, smarter, left hanging on the building
write it up as i wrote it straight up, scent i can’t really describe
but sweaty, dirty, icky, old, dusty, and prolly a bunch of other stuff
wonder what people might say about me wasting my talents
started from the bottom and still we here, starting myself below
making myself start back from scratch why did i do that
but i think it’s for the benefit of all people including me and fans
yeet hay b-tthole, using the same towel to wipe every part of my body
such a horrible feeling and thought, tummy growling and hungry
always have to smell the clothes to see if they are dirty or not
ironic even though they’ve been washed usually they are not
same for the utensils and dishes and cups, always stroke it to see
man, apostrophe and language, parents put up way too much
they put up way too much security although it’s all safe
but i understand their pain and worries about a thief or k!ller
raper even, scratch it a little, i can’t sit still writing so i type
playing osu shake the table when i do the spin wheel
smell of the moment and the picture i will remember it
backpack and purses getting stolen, it’s on the news
harlem shake like what, face numbed and dumbed, winter zone
skinny, weak, meek, shy, loner, embarr-ssing, not smart, reliant
got em presidential like white house stuff and issues
dream of my life and daydream it all away, like i don’t got no
anymore sort of reason or purpose to live, so i don’t want it
i don’t want it to happen but only in some of the ways
still gotta get this problem and thoughts outta my head
feeling so suicidal all day no sleep, new day, so nervous
new beginning is what i want, but i’m thinking too much
l!ck my lips it’s all moist, smell, suck, push out through
just kidding so dry and not moist at all cracked and ugly
stargazer buoy right, boy some tracks should remain untouched
looking, scanning, memorizing last moment, tryna cram it
mouth hurts, t–th rotting away with cavity and germs
t–th gum hurts, roots burn, root c-n-l, no nerve
so does eating gum it also hurts, humus on the big market
mac miller on that track like it’s desultory life and random
condoms all around like they be sleeping all smelly orgy yuck
save as that’s what i do on that on that word doc-ments
folders and a bunch of pictures and trash, pipe hole bowl
right now i want an adventure tired of life i wish i was a hero
jayden always smiling and laughing makes me so annoyed
and angry, when he touches, hurts me, or bothers so annoying
the crying please stop and learn, blue, black, red, and white
fish and chips, eat one bowl of rice and side dishes i become full
i’ll never grow, put my hands in my pocket touch
and rub all foul grease grime
write it all down and gather all my thoughts, such a diss song
i hate this so much, i hate this so much, please i wanna get this rid
inflated over stupid things like this i got major problems
my unique gift and curse i might as well tell my haters my problems
stargazer

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