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pheo - the exception lyrics

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v1: i can crowd yo ears with no jibbber
i can’t stand with no jitters, put a demon on liver (uhn)

serene in anarchy, break my heart, not my spirit..
i’m candyman really, racks like jennifer tilly

rather make paper than babies, the madness got method.. my eyes seen the dead, i look forward to present

and at the time that i’m writing this, i’m in bloom already.. don’t play with p, play with yo nose like eddie

i ate a shroom like punani, hit the art gallery dolo..
on the road with blue magic, yet avocado my promo

now i don’t sleep on the floor, i don’t even sleep no more.. im up swerving through traffic, i don’t even beep no more

live off, fire & water, i don’t eat no more.. and when i pray, me not speak no more

my pain is tailor made, my success too, do it upset you?
my soul in living color, like the sunset hues, that’s what it, do

hook: we been outchea like before.. poor, broke, what you know, we get it back and get some more (ayyy)

she been outchea like before.. slamming doors, you little ho, we get em back and get some more (ayyy)

(2x)

v2: i’m not a star, came like a comet (yeah)
was taught to drink, till we got jaundice (yeah)

was taught to thug her psychiatric (yeah)
i learned to purge with no theatrics (yeah)

been screaming free someone for all my life..
but never freed myself for afterlife

40 acres and a mule, 40 under mattress, rubber grip.. rubber bands like we tip

ain’t no peace outside ya self, tighten up yo f-cking belt, break a sweat.. i can’t blame no one for failure or success, cut the check

count the loot, count the loot.. it’s baseheads in the back and in the front they turn to prost-tutes, my conscience found a subst-tute

do yo sh-t and i mean do, whatever the f-ck you gotta do.. selling or copping or robbing or window shopping

you maximize the options, cuz this sh-t dont ever stop.. metal pop, body rot, belly pop, psycho cycle (uhn)

glorify ya ego, when it’s dark i leave you, with the echoes of the people.. laughter, you’ll be lame & feeble

after my departure, evil thoughts’ll leave you, much like innocents in people.. when they’re young and mistreated

i would rather feed you, than to poke and bleed you.. i been down so long, you have no will to learn, i f-cking leave you

came stranded with p-ssion only, b-tch compared me to idris, i’m so offended.. yo chip to dippy, soda not fizzy, i’m izzy (izm), ya dig me?!

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