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oxymorontv - -+studderbump-+ lyrics

(verse one)
ayayay

drop me on the track
i’ma drift it left
hold a sh+ll in back
find the dissonance
gonna pocket that
paulie calling
girl wants her clothing back
pirate every show i watch
there’s a fact

i’m not scared of blue, i am not in first
rather be upper middle, even last
oh to feel all my precious coins disperse
pretty gold scattered all across the course
and of course the greedy players swerve

it serves to keep me set up, moving forward
because the block is clеar, i clear the board
don’t wanna stand in way or impedе the herd
so i’m h++rding heads to hurl at the lord
until every form of love can afford the term oil
boiled down to a cheap referral
coil round the rod with your epidermal
asclepius popping up like a kernel
the milkmen are courage+less, gonna curdle
the ones who reconstruct every hurdle
need to be reminded that they’re not immortal
and will be ripped from this world via portal
no master, these b+st+rds are trigger happy
when they murder per capita even happier

these statues of stature have got to go
courier, carrier, cargo load

they’re stunting on stilts like geronimo
my pineal gland like a porthole
peep inside of my skull its a stove window
i’m really hoping for the passion to glow
it’s not enough to have linear growth
but before you branch out let your roots spread some more

please

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(friendly banter)

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(intro)
eyes are gaps into pleasantry growing
search a soul like an engine, ready to let you go
don’t wanna walk around in circles pushing for green, ever mowing
gotta raise the bar a little, don’t wanna stay so low
i’m out of commission, b+tching, wishing for something else prolly
definitely deficient in indirection, just so you+

(verse two)
uh uh uh

slow down, punking
feel i drunk too much
froot by the foot dunking
off a pipeline punch
make the beat crunch
flinching till i belly drum gut
cut my health halved
bouta hit a three round burst off a hunch

gummy bones
best while home alone
listening through a conch

hear the ocean blow
telephone h+lla cold bro launch me off a metronome
whistle tone
cover blower; if your story’s lame as f+ck im smoking the owner
clover grower
lucky holder
they’re gripping tight like they’re bouldering
every rapper microwave
my mic cable is smouldering

i place
past
placated
patients
unknowing

of the
statements
being gathered up
ever growing
begoing

feel the pavement
talk back

is it groaning
or moaning
positive, negative feedback
blowing up like a boeing
watch that ugly street crack
beautiful thermal flowing
should’ve used cement of the romans
reconstruct, water pouring

storm forming
surge warning
surf until the turf returns
metemorph form
endorphins like dolphins soaring
zara larson performs
culture pop to the chorus
my life is a symphony of epiphanies, it is gorgeous
i’m so happy whenever i feel the happiness return
i can clock in the moment, but the time that’s past is absurd
say the word and i will be there unless i gotta work

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