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max tringham – submarine lyrics

verse 1 [max tringham]:
minds all illusions, soberness is elusive
as lucidness is profuse in my dreams, leaving contusions
on brains bruised bullsh-tting my demons up off my roof and then
chewin couple of rufalin, ram my fist through my uvula
truth is the only use of my troubles is muses
groovy f-cker flew the coupe you can google him
probably get a pulitzer prize soon, and then i go rule jerusalem
just a sullen rebuke from a dude zooted to jupiter
trying to remain in numbness, but every day i get fl-stered
stumbling through stomping a slew of your thought bubbles
my thoughts get heavy, i’m sinking inside a submarine
overwhelmed by the smell of my dead head’s pungency
people get more treacherous, nebulous more devilish
boy i’m android sent to deploy money trees
money, trees
honey, please
got a second for my b-tch but no time for a hoe see
busy smoking potent meeting quotients on the low d
overloading my nose with a dose of something i don’t need
poach the holy ghost but that motherf-cker i don’t see
put a bullet in your skull from this gulley and watch your boat sink
whip my whip, spit some sh-t made of gold
so d-mn blunted probably run you off the road (huh)
put my f-cking bumper in a pothole
little f-cking kid no muscle but a god soul

bridge [max]:
message from the monster, i’m gonna wreck your mazda
a bite up out that wheelbase’ll get you thinking proper
spitting only literal, never spittle no proverbs
head spinning lemme just get a hit of that ganja

hook [max]:
in the desert, its one man survives
the one that’s giving f-cks- that’s the f-ck that’ll die
so get up my dungeon, your b-tch on my side
better worship, the person, that’s giving you life (hoe.)

verse 2 [max]:
oh god, the slurs of my burnt consciousness
swerve a couple verbs, i hurry and curve off of them
pure profits, that’s all that i got, pocket of consonants hot
lost them unfurling my heart properly, i
e collar these -ss eating anomalies
ollie off apollo and body the verse properly
f-ck your hoe in a cottage and call you to boast- probably
f-ck off everyone sick of my god complex
best rapper to ever enter your mind frame
third eye shatter, allowing my mind to migrate
through sp-ce, i take it one step at time
no gravity, package thee thoughts with these dope rhymes
my palace is full of casualties, actually it’s your time
keep my b-tch in a sanctum, and i see her with closed eyes
its all (uh) half past macabre
sailing half mast through galaxies and the cosmos
wondering where my mind go, pondering where the time go
i was awesome at this rap sh-t for one month it’s gone though
huh. put my f-cking bumper in a pothole
little f-cking kid no muscles but a gods soul

- max tringham lyrics

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