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kemp. - floating heads ii (i'm gone) lyrics

[hook x2]
i’m gone
i’m gone
please tell ‘em that i’m gone
stole the keys to the car
burning rubber
going home
never leave a note
just watch me say to
your face
i ain’t scared ah n0body
i’m just looking for my place

[verse 1]
ok
drive until my body breaks
the axle too
i’m too awake
touch my face until it breaks
a thousand miles
atoms deep
every inch a mystery
living in this misery
you started in the crib with me
now you got cribs and bibs and sheets
and i
just
melt into the universe
molecules a human he-rs-
spirit floats
till my chakras hurt
pain i earned
telepathy
numb from
methamphetamines
getting fired up
permanent
no temporary leave
ain’t got time like hublots
ain’t got rhymes like you bros
ain’t gotta dime
or two phones
just leave my mind
float through roam
yup
particles turn
barnacles
scr-p’em all off
fore the carne dull
life’s carnival
my minds t–th getting sharper
illusions
fooling
n0body farther
father
please
i’m on knees
i ain’t tryna shoot the breeze
maybe mom can tell me why
this mortal life
don’t come with ease
z
world says
i twerk
twerk
love it all ironically
guess that’s
how it
works
works
love it all bionically

[verse 2]
park it and go cliff jumping
terrorist i’m fist bumping
images on images
these layer get they wrists humping
madly at the air
now the blood is everywhere
k!ll ourselves like everyday
thinking phoenixes appear
invincible
the principle
can’t live off of residuals
need offers individual
only living once
better drink it full
you gon lose
eyes, nose feet
knees and hands
tongues and cheeks
throat kidney
my spirits free
corner push
that 2nd tree (that 2nd tree)
don’t get what i’m saying
ask e. b. cause i’m not playing
study spiders for a year
just to write two lines and play them
big into a novel
the idea kinda novel
enn0ble and enliven souls
so they don’t twerk n bobble
but stuck i just want more laps
stuck i just want more chaps
stuck i just want more daps
drop bars on the mic
i want more claps
tricked so
that ain’t
happening
left for dead a sapling
could have grown into an oak
but they smoked me for they kindling

- kemp lyrics

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