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fyre - lsd lyrics

[sw+nk daddy]
(what’s up, t?
what’s cracking mane, sw+nk inc
long paper to your paradise, baby
tip the bottle in a world when…
put yourself in the storm)

give a name to the unknown, but not to the unborn
let it out like a madman, and let the world mourn
keep it off in your own love, been off of the death swarm
so life in the cold blood is low in a prison cell
life is to understand some are blessed, to live is h+ll
we been here for years, we don’t need a bridge to h+ll
i pray for my folks, why in h+ll should i wish it well?
when wishing is giving up, we see how the dreamers fell
i stand in the eyes of god, without anything to sell
i carried my home, there’s no place for me to dwell
some do it for s+x and money, i do it for bud folk
burning my d+mn self, we all know it’s cutthroat
but sh+t was a good life, but this ain’t no love boat
can’t say what you should like, don’t know why your blood flows
for inside looking on the outside
is living on the inside, gripping to the outside
knew before we ever tried
got to keep it inside, make it on the outside
[mxlplx]
with the way it used to have me
f+ck the ladies said it can’t be
i’ma blaze some sh+t so nasty that i’ll fist
i’ll take a trashy flavor rip
to ride her ass where we switch up and mash
lazy junkies hit it and it turns into ash
180 degrees b+tches flip round slower than hash
put his hip to his lip, lit it real quick and had to flash
lost control, next thing you know his head is laying on the dash
wakes up in the car a little later in the day
had dreams about being a star for how it feels to get paid
he said, “i remember it was cool in a completely different way than how i thought it’d be”
from hearing what people say, seem like they’re always watching me
but i’d figured that’s ok cuz if they’re not
i don’t wanna be the one they know is crazed
talking bout “what the f+ck you looking at?” when they’re not in my face
rather stay quiet til i grab the mic and feel the bass

this is how i blaze to meet my spirit’s thought
and serve it to the cowards who can’t ride but want to roll, at times it hurts to ride without a backup plan but faith is hard
you get what you deserve and can’t demand more than you are deserving of to be served by the man behind the bar
that only serve men concerned, defamation of the stars
when i was swerving off the curb and my eyes as red as mars
when i was peaking last weekend and all i could see was dots
when i grasped what i was reaching for and realized it was not
at all what i wanted or needed to get, i got
stood up snapped and lost it like a hare without his rocks
watching my sleepy optics, thinking “d+mn i seen a lot”
[young g]
f+ck a good rap, take unnecessary steps
breath in the head of what’s left
death in sections, celebrate rejections
high in investing, ingesting, and resting
the mind is a game, lounging in the slower plane
insane f+ck your brain, mind find another outlet
grind another set tripping out and dipping back to safety
all about solitude, magnetic; though lately
interesting dilemma called attraction
some narrow desire, others live in action
desire makes you lonely, action brings regret
why i’m smoking only, occasionally i jet
to see the other young bloods caught up in the drive
but part of me wants to stay alive
rolling down the freeway getting too high to drive

(yeah
you know who this is
getting danked out, i don’t even need a name cuz you know with the smooth voice… ahh)

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