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murphy meyer [timetosaygoodbye] - seeing through lyrics

[verse]
i’ma make a party
ain’t going carti
gonna get a little ban
man sounds like a dropped pan
slop, dropped on sand
the way i eat half of this industry
thee shall be eaten, free
i don’t disagree, but these three
russia, us and haiti
‘s the light snack
russia’s the bite rack
us is the bite back
attack, comeback
play blackjack
punch made, hunch stayed
lunch, blade
homestuck? i’m stuck in my home
game changed, same sands, same raise
fun for me, humpity dumpity
fat like a chumpity
chompity, hippity hobbity
playin’ like property
payin’ no sovereign fees
sayin’ no poverty
sprayin’ is no bother, see?
nothing says i’m a god, not the f+e+es paid to the government
or the fcc+ wait, is that the government?
or gacha life, fpe, bendy and omori
oh wait, murphy, omurphy and oh, morphine?
abort this, abort these, i’m ’bout to go wood, not platinum!
not tangentless, or los angeles!
[chorus]
seein’ through the glass
seein’ through a bloodied gash
seein’ through this sudden pass
seein’ through this bullet
the trigger, i’m about to pull it

[verse 2]
choppin’ isn’t droppin’
boppin’ isn’t poppin’
hopin’ to be rollin’ down deep
all surrounds around town, me
won’t you see?
potent, like weed
floatin’ like indeed, guaranteed
boutta freestyle with the way i write
call it a few miles, with the length i write
call it a few aisles, a few piles with the amount i write
lil, lil on a few pills
catch an uzi, and a few bills
call it carpenter, with the way i hate drill

[chorus]
seein’ through the glass
seein’ through a bloodied gash
seein’ through this sudden pass
seein’ through this bullet
the trigger, i’m about to pull it
[verse 3]
boil you alive, don’t comeback in ’03
call this knife, this gun, this persona op?
gonna give you a blood eagle
ain’t nothing but cold, and evil
peasants, like we’re medieval
nothing will be peaceful, equal
sound like oblivion
bound to the billions
why make fun of a child?
you’re in your early thirties
it’s maniacal, with your piles of child+ memorabilia
look like a dollar tree wiz khalifa
look like your wife’s name would be miss pizza
amnesia. sieze ya’ cash., caesar cypher
ain’t much brighter, but i’m a writer
explode by a lighter
living in the puns, right?
hating all the sunlight
like a vampire
like an empire
like a state, a park, a skate
and a building
and there goes the window sill, something is gonna be funny, punny and full of money
oh wait, is that me? no wait, it’s deez
drake’s girlfriend is a nine, but about to be ten
gas stations, buy two, ten by ten
write with my pen
bite with a drink roofied with ambien
disney, like bamby and…
wait, man, i gotta go withstand
whiplashed all the way to j+pan
[chorus]
seein’ through the glass
seein’ through a bloodied gash
seein’ through this sudden pass
seein’ through this bullet
the trigger, i’m about to pull it

[verse 4]
like a barber givin’ a mullet
it’s like you can’t even control it
i’m about to vomit
get your ancient clothes out, amish
boutta get in a crash, get in a cast
better run back, i’m boutta go fast, past
hide behind a mask
what a blast, better pass back
what a comeback
grab my flag
ain’t mean to brag
boutta leave this track
cheating, like a quarterback
talkin’ like tom
bombing comicon
call me sadam
boutta go with a buh+buh
lemme end the drama
k!ll the heart, and the choppin’
bendin’ the bar, goin’ real far
slowin’ no hard, goin’, playing my cards
playin’ afar, jaw’s about to be ajar
just like where your head’s located, apart from your eyes+ speaking
you’re in crisis, your isis, and where your eyes is
that face of horror, disgust is priceless
now, you’re mindless, get hit by a bus
might not be joggin’, and
not mind bogglin’, but i’m already in your house
goin’ about+bout
50 miles an hour
police chase like i have superpowers
usain bolt, like i have one hour to live
peanut b+tter, like jif
seen it, he muttered, before shot
blood pours, then he rots
based on no story, but it ought
to be true in some way
to some time, to some day
hey, but it’s time anyway
for the chorus, you’re the tourist, ay!

[chorus]
seein’ through the glass
seein’ through a bloodied gash
seein’ through this sudden pass
seein’ through this bullet
the trigger, i’m about to pull it

- murphy meyer timetosaygoodbye lyrics

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