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framig - mr. misunderstood lyrics

[intro]
since an infant, i been infamous
living like i’m infinite
i swear, i swear, i swear, i swear
i’m f-cked up in a good day
i swear, i swear, i swear, i swear
i’m f-cked up in a good day

[verse 1]
i’m the type to emerge from the rubble
i’m the type to straight burst out the rubber
nowadays, i’m just dwelling in the puddle
thinker ’cause the answers to the riddles of the sphinx covered
i’ma get king took inked on my knuckles
i cl!ck the cl-toris like elevator b-tton
it’s clear how i configure this, i’m always into something
it tastes better after breaking up, back when we was couple
told her i was unavailable for labels, whatever ’cause
lately, my mind been racing usain bolt pacing back and forth
facing blunts like mirrors for the insecure
spirits getting nearer, demons get involved
woozy while spinning inside revolving doors
i ditched her on the dock
dodging all the shutterbugs, waiting for the shuttlebus
i love my moments untouched, the what that gets me above
away from all this cl-sterf-ck, a way to feed my wanderl-st

[hook]
since an infant, i been infamous
instantly itching to sin
living like i’m infinite
nectar filled to the brim
since an infant, i been infamous
instantly itching to sin
living like i’m infinite
nectar filled to the brim
address me as mr. misunderstood
left in wonder ’cause the aura makes them take a second look
i’m late already, no need to rush it
i’m late already, no need to rush it

[verse 2]
i run with artisans and blacksmiths who practice the art of sin
i hug the block right after washing my arms in the sink
it’s all authentic, armor tinted, death certificate
hanging out my back pocket, that’s what i’m banging, life
where art thou sir framig?
swimming in the river styx
in my stream of consciousness
constant with creative recreation on my feet
dogs barking loud in the street
ticked off like a crack on the screen of my wristw-tch
i’m who drank lean on a rainy day
edgar allan snow, dispatcher of pandemonium
fix me up a plate of ambrosia
searching for euphoria that stays
a collection of cds that seem to cease finishing
como se dice missing sequences
they think i’m all talk ’til i speak it into existence
slept on me ’til this tape gave ’em rude awakening

[verse 3]
i don’t know what the deal is
but i’m feeling less religious
i feel empty, i feel a void
always unready i feel like avoiding all functions
i feel so annoyed, i’m like f-ck this noise
i feel tension, something deadly approaching
i feel closed in, i feel burden
mentioned by the bearer of bad news
threatened by the terror from the doubters
and if i disappear with my senses, i’m just one less in the census
i ain’t into mending fences with barbed wire

- framig lyrics

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