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shokora - gross depression beard [between friends] lyrics

[verse 1: shokora]
lying
it’s a way of survival my rival is in the mirror singing and cheering along to the song that has made me fearful
but i wrote it
so i guess it’s only right that he would quote it back to me
actually you might as well tell the faculty that i’m gonna shoot up the school ‘cos i’m schooling you with new rules
you’re lucky i met ’em when i did or else those could’ve been your kids with their lids split open like
i didn’t know how heavy it was before i picked it up
tell jesus i need a pick me up
but only if he’s real right
how do blind men believe in sight and three wrongs don’t make it
right angle tri-angels but our wings are mangled and i’m rubbing on life’s cankles
all while being patted on the head like you’re doing a good job now rest up and go to bed
it’s all a dream i keep telling myself
t-h-a-t and i’m mating with people i really shouldn’t be dating but f-ck it literally
i’m an -ssh0l-
been depressed for a while, i feel like trading my tie for a l-sso
so look mama look mama look
no hands
satan wants to tango, look at my feet, i don’t dance
they both left, like our dads did
fell like i’ve been rapping from a casket since the acid trip
and bongs i rip and juice i sip and i pour some out for those moments missed
my soul is obnoxiously paranormal
i’m paranoid of the normal
i show up to prom night looking so d-mn formal
but i keep it tight, no h0m-phobia
pics or it didn’t happen my n-gga, get the nokia
and the kodak and n-ggas fold back like loafs of bread and it was written does it need to be said
animosity is lost in me
i feel like socrates eating in texas
oh yes, extra extra extra large please
and don’t worry about the ketchup ma’am i brought my own
but on this hot chocolate, can i get a little bit more foam
i got an appet-te for apathy, i’m laughing at n-ggas laughing at me
i’m crackling ‘cos i just snapped and now i’m gonna pop
i’m sorry officer i didn’t know that octagon read stop
i should’ve called this song sharkeisha stop ‘cos i ain’t gonna stop until you go ahead and call the f-cking cops
and make sure you put this sh-t on the internet
my n-ggas stealing trophies ‘cos we haven’t won a thing yet
hard cut to the spoils of war, i told him a knock knock joke
his face was the door
no mouth emoji
the universe is made of coding
anointed beings is who we used to be
i’m not blind motherf-cker i just refuse to see and these kids need a shot and a motherf-cking booster seat
n-ggas acting so goofy got me feeling like pete
spitting quantum physics at n-ggas like a mathlete
i’m trapping like yu-gi meeting the fugees wearing a gucci sweater
godd-mn n-gga you can’t tell me you can do it better

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