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sarob. – victoria. lyrics

victoria. (to melissa)

take the circle line
reminisce of how i used to smile
saw you off victoria, you said i ain’t been heard a while
mangled in my angle…you know about it
wrinkle written on my face
maybe i can be dramatic
my main girl play the mandolin
homie play the race of spade
i’ma get my handling
dwelling where the anxious raid
etch a sketchy figure
twitchy eyes
itchy trigger finger
let me be honest with you
shrink told me i hold too much
i’ma be honest with you
i turned my stove off four times before i left the crib
i triple check my car is parked
sometimes i hyperventilate
sometimes i can’t be out in public
confidence is mutilated
i’m monomaniacal
brainiac, gon test my iq
tired of all-da-bull
i go & hike it through my haikus
wired up in my room, i just need some medication
i can’t ever tell n-body so this verse is dedication:

i knew ignorance is bliss
…
when i fell in the abyss
really i’ve been on the fritz
everything is just a risk to me; i’m scared to leave my house
but the fix ain’t what you wish it’d be, don’t you remember faust?
homie, don’t you remember faust
would you sell your soul for peace
or a piece of the pie
that’s the puzzle that i’ve been placed in
when my comfort’s deprived

don’t be asking me no questions when you hear this sh-t
this ain’t for public discussion, don’t come near my sh-t
i’m a-shamed of myself cause i got problems with anxiety
while people got real issues—i’m tripping off what’s inside of me
hop on the number 12
ain’t been home in a blue moon
i see my people struggling
that ain’t really nothin too new
but i was overseas
i was focused on my grown sh-t; being on my own sh-t
but really i was homesick
was tweaking in the lab
you can spot me in the fringe
just to pull myself together, i’m relying on a binge
make it worse—
now im home & i’ve fallen off the fence; yet i see my n-gg-s starving while i’m having my fits
would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie?
that’s the puzzle i’ve been placed in when my comfort’s deprived
to free myself of this guilt, a preemptive defense:
tell myself whatever’s wrong with me don’t even exist
no it don’t even exist

so ima catch up to this money when the alb-m release
and you won’t ever see me fold, no not even a crease
…
just watch my money increase
would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie?
take a step inside the hood see where priorities lie

- sarob lyrics

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