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p-tree - wander home lyrics

wander home lyrics
what’s the price on the mic
what’s the price on the mic
what’s the price on the mic one time
you wanna fight over a line
you kinda tight

where’s the right
spot to light
i ain’t spending the night
but we can do what you like
we can move side to side
let me see if it’s kinda tight

i know i can be forthright
i’m torched but i’m a dork still
and i’m shy
i wanna soar
i wanna get higher
than this torch will ever take me
dreaming of being on my porch lately
scenery no scorsese
completely ignore the changes
comfy until the sores take shape
grumpy then get my board and skate off
bumpy roads don’t quite help with my rage
push onward in spite of that
man my head say
he’ll be right back
bet the next day
he’ll be right back
i just pray
you don’t write back

seasons going by it’s normal
seizing up i’m torn greatly
sworn to safety
beating up my story
and it’s th+rny
i’m shaky
i need the shore
but i can’t see it
get the organs
to play me off
take me for all of me
breaking in albany
on the way to reach
a part of me that you’ll never see
i’m armored heavily
i got these medics
telling me my medication
is the death of me
it’s desperately steep
the cliff i see
above the sea
but in this desert
which is better
i’m writing this letter
to give myself a reminder
to take a look back
at all of my efforts
the time winding down
and all of it’s precious
i wish i had a second second
to catch it
but the best direction
straight forward
i’m ordering hors d’oeuvres
in my future
this computer will take me places
way beyond a commute
and put you f+cks on mute
i give a f+ck about you
but that’ll change soon
any morning, afternoon
or moon now
who the f+ck are you
i think you they
and f+ck them too
i spend the day sunken
in my bucket
bumping
loving tunes
cause i ain’t stuck
but i tuck a jay
to stay
comfortable
used to bump lines
now i dump lines
strums the basslines
take a break from the take some
sometimes
often lose faith
and wanna change some lines
officer i’m late
can i skate away i’m dumb tired
aw i’m uninspired
darkness clouding my
judgment
rose from the pit
sick and more pungent
sores from the pr+cks
stuck
gave me more luggage
or something big bucks
can’t buy
my love had kept the fake from my eye
i’m waking up my brain
i needed a jump
but from myself
i fixed me
the itches and glitches aren’t missing
but i’m dismissing em
i’m a gem in a place fit for a bum
you a stem in my shake i chuck you away
hit then i’m done

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