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pat junior - soulace abuse lyrics

verse 1:

it started when she was younger
so haunted under the covers, a feast for sexual hunger
opposed to exposing the very notion
a broken home into motion
a locomotive explosive
timer not even tickin’
she wishing he skips a minute and finish
natural order diminished
distorted orbit a horrible view from her spatial reference
ejection, the mother ship disengages the harm detection
she’s confused about how the two becomes one, has a 3
but the bigger one always messing with she
she be battling in her dreams
running & fighting, fighting and running
conundrum punching like jason bourne on the screens currently, she finds peace via routine
blurred lines between protector and enemy, legally
she washes down every tear with a drink
it’s a bridge to a fantasy
where no one can see her bleed

hook:

she’s said she’s sick of being sober
reality’s a leash & it keeps pulling the choker
she said she’s sick of being sober
reality’s a grip & and it’s hands constantly grope her

success is only a mile away
hide the fears, no pain, tuck the cries away
she gotta use now to burn the time away
angel dust gives her wings and then she flies away

verse 2:

she’s framed by multiple angles
her conscious is inter tangled
but parallel to the anger
a geometric perspective
her inner circle is edging her on to bless me with bareness
click click
capture pseudo expressions tactful poses her weapon
last impression she wet em, please
there’s no such thing as over exposure
the bigger picture is get to the bigger pictures in rolling
she used to play the victim
now it’s time to play the victor game of chess
taking knights, make em p-wns
the opposition is anyone who gets in the way of where she’s pacing
dodging every catastrophe to her final destination
chase the hope, get the dream
it’s a goal ini-minnie-miny-moe
she picks them well, succubus lays the road
she gives her body to constantly climb on body’s you see?
a fantasy where she stay watching all the other ones bleed

hook 2:

she’s said she’s sick of being sober
reality’s a b-tch & it’s sole goal is to clone her
she said she’s sick of being sober
reality’s a grip & and it’s hands constantly grope her

success is only a lie away
hide the fears, no pain, tuck the cries away
who she gotta use now to burn the time away
angel dust gives her wings and then she flies away

- pat junior lyrics

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