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too birds - sneak lyrics

[intro: teether]
who’s been moving mountains
folding arms and scooping coins out fountains
trip and fall then spark the loudest
smoke the doubt right out the room
been stewing since the womb and taking deep breaths
trying to recognise the tomb’s within my sight
so there’s no absent minds or time for them

[v1: romantic]
tell me i’m wasting time
constructing beautiful lies
hierarchies of thought in mind
realness never defined
struggling to find out why
i can’t make sense of my
meaningless existence
i’m not even human

[v2: teether]
somewhere between cognizance and opulence with a fixture
skull and gauze for the cause: the brain’s fissured
i shiver at thoughts considered n-ble
i’m foolish, threw myself to the wolves
act ghoulish, black hooligan wearing tattoos and a pack equipped
fell for the gimmick
my focus go harder than ’93 cynic
i’m ’96 smoking out the demons one minute
the next stark grimace, the cells dark so i’ll forfeit ’em
sorting through -ssortments of orders to myself
bro, finish this sh-t
bro, sort your sh-t out
yeah you moved out of home
no food in your mouth
but she’s a queen and this weed frees me from the doubt
trying to keep a level head in a sea of p-ssed frienemies
beat thumping waves of “keep the f-ck away from me”
been retreating, my sneak level is higher than your sights
see me round, probably see me down
don’t mind mine

[v3: realname]
i don’t own my mind
a lowlife high as f-cking rope i climb
trying to choke my life out of these cold nine lives
a cat broke likely to poke eyes fighting
i hope i’m right, holding this blindfold tight
typing these bad jokes i right to these punchlines you know i owe my time go
h-ll to rest so, self obsessed i keep myself possessed, no helpline so bye bye
hope i die before i’m forgotten and they post my life in a forum or something
so i lie
rotten to nothing but i know i’m hyped, like oh my my though
i’m no guy
to root for at all, got stains in my roof floor and walls still slow i try
to move for the goal, no proof of a soul so don’t mind mine

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