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too birds - steppe lyrics

[verse 1: teether]
as always, way too heavy handed with the spurs on
you’re wrong, and i have contemplated life without song
so strong or evasive… i’ve nominated patience
as the virtue i’ll place faith in, i lose sight when i’m aching
so i’m glad it is a rarity, too birds as a remedy
to all my issues currently, money among other things
that disappear when set alight, my time will come if i survive
i’m safe if i just stay inside, i swear i thought i’d die that night

[verse 2: realname]
barely house broken from a broken home
broke liar like pinocchio with a broken nose
in that tight dark sp-ce that i call my own home
i was hoping i could genuinely do it
hoping i would do it genuinely
didn’t have it in me
fork in the road and went the avenue that pinned me
voodoo doll in a f-cking toolbox
big fish in a fish tank in a pool shop
thinking i look hot so i swim to the cool spot
and drink myself up till this fish tank ain’t big enough for the two of us
then my bubble pops
i act humble but i’m f-cking not
just so f-cking good at acting humble when i’m coming off fool able
i’m a scarecrow in a human suit, my personalities a hula hoop spin it
who are you kidding

[verse 3: teether]
how do i put into words the man that i know i am
so over-inspired, beats and flows so tired
grab a pack and settle in, i swear to god i’ve never been
so d-mn productive, it’s loud when i’m tucked in
find me winding loose threads in empty sp-ce with a spool
generational, secured into place with hand tools
and a handful of arrows, i’ve been foreshadowed…
and i heard until it’s done, i’m just a shadow

[verse 4: realname]
i don’t live to give a f-ck
i only have it in me to forgive myself for not giving one
if given the chance i would drop this sh-t and run
for the opportunity to rob the loot, leave the job to you
pop the boot for the pot of gold and cop the scrutiny for it
instead of moving toward it
and working hard as my dad and end up getting nothing for it
what is the point of kicking a fuss up for it
unless someone is kissing your knuckles for it
if i could afford forgiveness for my gluttonousness yeah imma cut a few corners
and you yawn as if you bored of this sureness inside you’re torn to bits
taunted by compliments sure cause they wrong as sh-t, honest
like to sound modest when i suck myself off
might chuck myself off the top shelf of my obsession compression session
in confession booth sweating my sh-ll off
scabs in the scalp like fake tickets

[verse 5: teether]
it’s 3 in the afternoon and i’ve been blasting deathspell
my father heard the beat and voiced concern for legal matters
told him don’t worry, got a firm grip on ish i handle
a couple hidden kings inside the jacket for dead vandals
told myself i’d stay awake because my will is never traceable
consumption of the wounds opens the eyes to truths deplorable
spend my nights chopping godd-mn samples after dinner
how toumani so swell on the kora? it don’t matter

[outro: realname]
i get no sleep
cause i count to sheep
my alphabet lacks those zs

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