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naturally trash - parasite lyrics

[intro]
hallelujah, thank god i have a future
praying i don’t waste it getting faded
cause i’m smoking backwoods ’til i’m coughing up tar
through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar
i don’t act hard, i still read babar
tripping out, looking at a bunch of google map stars
sh-t, they got a app for… that

[verse 1]
first thing’s first it’s rest in paradise to mac mccormick
imma do this the way that mac records it
singing to the mic with one refreshment next to me
your music will live forever and to me you’ll never rest in peace
i’m always beat, it gets the best of me, and when i saw
mikey’s text he wasn’t was kidding like vasectomy
eating at me like a parasite, i wanna move to paradise
or lighten up these thoughts with gl-sses, i don’t see a pair in sight
i’m always f-ckin terrified, it seems every time i help out somebody
that i don’t even care about it isn’t worth the sacrifice
i’m always sacrificial, strapped, ticking, packed with missiles
life is indefinite, they go from one year into a term to the next dead president
not even on a dollar bill so they ain’t a dead president
they were just once a rememberance
i think this music proving that i can succeed a longer project
everything else that i pick up, i just seem to drop it
so this will prove that i can do it and that’s word to profit
when i die i want “dead on arrival” engraved in my coffin
i’m always exhausted; it’s awesome
i need pain relievers to relieve the pain from painaway, it’s awful
i behave like a monster, i can’t behave when i’m off it
i’m barely brave i just wanted, a better family
if it’s not too much to ask n-gga

[verse 2]
and at this point i don’t know who or what to believe in
i’ve had enough of believin, and my past’ll keep creepin
i don’t know if god is real, who to trust, or what i’m into
only thing that other n-ggas care about is when the rent due
or where the f-ck they pistol, and who they bustin into
and, where the f-ck they mental at
i’ve had enough of that tree sappy love sh-t
if you a real n-gga put a finger in the sky, and it better be the middle
so i know you done with dumb sh-t
it’s pointless, i used to feel so worthless, like
i must rehe-rs- this, right? i know what the words are, right?
should i be cursing, like, i’m a sailor? i got a bad mouth
i got a bad mouth n-gga, bad mouth n-gga, bad mouth
what if life ends and heaven begins the best life?
what if h-ll where you watch on cameras til your friends die?
and in the end when we’re dead, will it all be worth it?
should we have been chasing the dream of striving to be perfect?
is it true that time will tell or will we tell the time when time is up?
honestly i think i don’t treasure my life enough
when i’m angry i release my mind to slip away in the distance
my head is cloudy and i want to cut off my existance
i feel ugly and i wanted to be someone different
despite the lack of drugs i’m doing i swear that i’m trippin
i don’t got money or b-tches, i’m so so sorry i’m sickening
i remember in my history, when i struck an epiphany
after that i swore that i would see the world differently
but i guess that was a different me
my brain is wrecked, i’m out of order, not afraid of death
go in through my right ear, and that sh-t is leaving out the left
i go toe to toe with n-ggas that don’t even know me
not even one familiar face and they just swear we homies
they tell me that they love me and they’ll always be below me
n0body really gives a sh-t until the c-ckpit showing
religious cult activity majority my life
grown from captivity, god, gold and glory be to phife
i had an iffy feeling bout it, i guess i was right
now that i’ve spent a year without em, best year of my life
shoutout profit, that’s the f-cking gang
i will die for my brothers, that’s on my f-cking name
one day we’ll do the brennan house and make some f-cking c.r.e.a.m
we’ll get them plaques up on the wall and out our f-cking t–th
and out our f-cking t–th, and out our f-ckin…

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