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fyre - carousel lyrics

{g rider}
existence is futile
resistence, a new trial
[appendence?] a huge foul
my kitchen with new tial
to upgrade and strive, to trick yourself achievement
weddings, baby showers, graduation, write your name in the cement
to [?] yourself is called biologically
to invert yourself is caused philosophically
i’m waiting for the blunt, i’m waiting for the doja
i’m waiting for the hunt, i’m waiting for the closure
death, [end of?] victory, [that river?] to the ocean
genetic and kinetic, potential, and demotion
rocks on the water, lambs at the slaughter
a young man’s b-tch is an old man’s daughter

{sw-nk}
now i’m a [?] logical as any other logical disaster
i will be a fool [?] nature
i will be [?] [people to rate what i love?]
like [politicians?] anything that life is made of
too many flaws on your buildings
i travel in my sleep and wake up with answer that sweep me off my feet
their’s a chopper in my sky gettin’ lost in a storm
[descend?] this world, b-tch you’ll never be warm
i must [?]what you want to [?]
[??? ] me too
don’t know about y’all, but b-lls to the walls
i respond to the moons, [? of a cause?]
bring us back to the rhyme and the art of coc–ns
[??] and [being that i’m black?] got you born in june
don’t mean a d-mn thing but i was born around july
so roll up the weed and get h-lla high
as we communicate [?] we can’t identify
[much is clear?] [?to the love for the life??]
of our own [reply?]
i [?]
see what i can earn from [?] of these rocks
and1 get the f-ck off my jock, b-tch

{mxlplx}
all my clothes smell like smoke
all my socks are filled with holes
i’m so motherf-ckin’ broke it makes me wonder how i goes
from the curb to the gutter
back again, as me blows in the wind
like the [splendor?] falling off a haunted [doze?] travelin’
through the [effort?] never trippin’
i suppose everything is gettin’ better, forever outer exposin’
[hear them reasons on the left which?]
it’s beyond [?] shadow
i’m the hangman, i’m the devil
i’m the [destined?] on the battle
i’m the magician
i’m the [emperor of?] existence
in the dark, necronocturnal pleasure principle
tears me the f-ck apart
[fickle?] magic isn’t visible
tricked out and has no heart
i am the sickest individual to ever bless this art
manipulation is the typical
[weigh?] everything [out start?]
pay no mind to where the ripples go
make sure your blade is sharp
mental tomahawk will split ya skull
and leave it in the park
roamin’ through these optical illusions off the charts

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