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oblo's motif - my kind lyrics

sometimes i wanna
antagonize + go and kick rocks
and give black eyes and when i get
mad at the sh+t they say online i wanna type back
tell that p+ssy to k!ll himself and not feel +

i want two or three chicks at the same time
i wanna suck my d+ck to see if they lying
sometimes i wanna fly to paris and
see if those f+ck+wads calling me g+y were right

and fail out of my classes go back and f+ck the
teach who taught me to talk in past+tense and change my
name to something i’ve always liked then take a one way
flight to get over that fence that i’ve been on my whole

i’m tryna leak my d+ck so they can see how
big it is and they don’t gotta fantasize no more
crash and k!ll a whole family of four cause their
mom is thinking of me when she’s up in his

drawers

top drawer

sometimes i wanna tear apart this guy
that you locket could be done before the sun
rip that bad+aid off would only take
one quick swipe it would sting but then it’d be
fresh wound + pink skin
reborn on my second wind
no pressure cause we loosen it
close that hole or you’ll ruin it so

don’t tell me to stop when i’m already out whatchu lost
and your pictured version of him lying empty to rot and
nothing grew from the plot so i’ve been tryna barry
him and fertilize with+it raw + but i’m

kind

i’m kind

that’s my kind

know my kind

and if they had the tech to clone i’d get
erect and bone that mother f+cker just to get me off
lexapro but i don’t take it i just wanna
f+ck myself because i hate him + so i’d

abuse him and he’d be receptive
same way i am when we switching perspectives
then when i’m done i’d cut him to piece and eat em like
twins do they fetus cause i cannot be second
best at this one shot i get
aiming my scopes and holding my breath cause bro down that pipe
and there’s no shed i hide when i
finally put him to rest + sometimes
i wanna free fall
down from the tree that i eat from
feel the embrace of that sharp wind as this
pink skin meets the asphalt + look

i wanna fake my death
so you don’t get hurt (don’t tell me to stop)
when i run so far
that i run out of breath (don’t tell me to stop)

and i ruin my soul
down far from the nest (don’t tell me to stop)
an homage that you too could appreciate
at least that way i’d be paying respects (please don’t tell me to stop)
i wanna fake my death so you don’t get hurt
when i run so far that i run out of breath
and i ruin my soul down far from the nest
at least that way i’d be paying respects

i wanna fake my death so you don’t get hurt
when i run so far that i run out of breath
and i ruin my soul down far from the nest
at least that way i’d be paying respects

i wanna fake my death so you don’t get hurt
when i run so far that i run out of breath
and i ruin my soul down far from the nest
at least that way i’d be paying respects
i wanna fake my death so you don’t get hurt
when i run so far that i run out of breath
and i ruin my soul down far from the nest
at least that way i’d be paying respects

i wanna burn it all down get the gaso+ (lean)
man on the moon that’s where i’m seeing
me + but i’d probably get bored
stars in my eyes so i’d prolly come back for

that shirt that i’d left witchu
i didn’t burn it guess that’s the truth when i see you again
you’re prolly too angry to speak
so i’ve scripted what you could say next

you’ve torn apart this guy
that i locket k!lled him before my
skin had ripped when you broke it off
left me empty when you f+cked right off in your

new whip cause my sh+t whack
now your back and want me to act like
nothings changed want me to tell you that you
fit the same + when we both know that you’ve

gone and torn apart this guy
that i locket k!lled him before my
skin had ripped when you broke it off
left me empty when you f+cked right off in your

new whip cause my sh+t whack remember
now your back and want me to act like
nothings changed want me to tell you that you
fit the same + but you’ve turned my scar into a

fresh wound
pink skin you made it

fresh wound
pink skin you made it
fresh wound
pink skin you made it

fresh wound
pink skin you made it

fresh wound + pink skin
reborn on my second wind
no pressure cause we loosen it
better off that you’re los+

he’s not dead

what

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