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superyellow - the throwaway lyrics

[verse]
then again, it’s all a test
perhaps the reason why this sort sucks is ’cause i’m outta breath
should’ve switched the flow that’ll make of y’all impressed
and ditch the possibilities of being a dirty trend
for facebook friends that turn to enemies in the end
it’s all a matter of perspective, give or take
good or bad, cool or hot, in the end i’m just a throwaway
a kin to garbage, trash n-gg-, slack tide, a memory
who punches walls and not bags of flesh to escape his own misery
7th grade, i shat myself, became a laughing stock
to all the kids with a tongue for junk food and horrendous health
flipped a bird on them all, hated humans from that point
became insecure as f-ck, always angry on the inner
self-destructive, coy as well, in the world of perfection
i might be a distorted image, pixelated
ugly as they come, a k!lljoy to happiness
short-term memory and the rising of the sun
2 years ago, i tried to slit my wrists with a pencil sharpener
since it failed, i sharpen pencils, bleed on pages with these thoughts
that paint silly lyrics which eventually become the hardest
on and off with being at heart, i don’t call myself an artist
only odd in social situations, always deep in silence
while you talk, i ponder of some ways to make it in the midst
of my potential being kept in confinement
jot some sayings, find some rhythm, add some elbow grease into it
be the holy noise to silence
uncanny shaman under the influence of his current state in time
filled with lint, no friends and no deeper meaning of love
been out of form way before rhyme stutters
shutterworth with the pages, always made them secure
still, i shut out my worth to people that aren’t worth it
always wrapped in metaphor, past the antiquated raps
deep in my grasp, into a world where my soul meets the floor
forever flawed, don’t be fooled by the allure
still need to work on my cadence and how i say these statements
to a people who’ll listen on their account
p-ss poor flows downloaded per kilobyte
it’s what you find in the cloud of sounds, alongside
people who believe this sh-t is way deeper than ‘ayt’

- superyellow lyrics

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