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e.b. - water, child lyrics

[verse 1]
i remember when, last past november when, things were glistening, brighter and had a point
but that’s changed, for better or worse, i don’t know but
i’m just gonna keep moving on like a toy soldier
my head hurts, i don’t know what to do anymore
take a few pumps of xannies and let it be done
that’s not me, i like b-mpin 2seater
and listening to the flowers grow in a graveyard, pave way
got a lobotomy, now i’m like you guys
that’s naysay, anyways, back to the same old pity trip
a dive into reality, no, i meant alice
because of how ridiculous this is
spitting cr-ppy rhymes into a 20 dollar phone off of ebay, i think
think think, that’s all i do
nah dude, i only stupid for thinking human like truman
like you don’t have dark thoughts in your head
tired of treading same bedding every day
petty ways through some basic hoes i try to please
on my knees, like pretty please
enough of that, embarr-ssing, caring about opinions with staples ascension game
the sky’s falling, no one cares, carry on like annie’s mammy and daddy, oop, hammy performance
they beetlejuiced and jump ship
like the homies on my side, once
i feel like dunce, guts in verse
jump in he-rs-, feel in hurt
a broken record, that’s what i am
spinning like vinyl records in shops
hot shot, is what he is, hot chops is what he isn’t
feeling kind of useless, like a broke cog in a clock, automated, nothing really changes, everything same is
but i guess imma keep moving on

[hook]
they grow older, die younger
they slow more though, stay older
the usual process
the usual process
they grow older, die younger
they slow more though, stay older
the usual process
the usual process

[verse 2]
i hate the usual process, like canned meat
on the grind constantly trying to live it up
huff it up, spoken word and dropouts, nice
thin as ice as is, honest like biggie
talk about struggle, purpose, and things that won’t matter in the future, legacy not left on here
where my heart at, the soul at
trying to be better than i was before, oh lord
pull the cord on everything and end here
no fear, only sheer heart attack, heart attack
talk smack to hacks who slack off, but your not any better
believe it or never, despair, it could be worse
it could be worse, i think
bittersweet like bronx, what an ending, pending time, doomsday, operational
occasional i feel like this
where i’d like to watch the world burn, with urn beside me, nothing else, but that’s a lie
i wanna be with someone who understands the cycle, i go through
but for now, i guess i’m in my own mess

- e b lyrics

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