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wombaticus rex - 23 lyrics

(and it depresses me at night how people never see the light
when they’re getting resurrected every second of their life)

saving the planet? done deal, i take it for granted
man, we’ll all be getting laid and eating grapes in a hammock
sol harvest live, this how we make a living
and escape the system of satan’s prisons and fake religion
it’s thirtyseven getting in hilarious predicaments
and living in the sp-ce between arrogance and ignorance
it’s hard to just accept that there’s really nothing left
so i do this for the love, respect and monthly checks
so after the writers block, after the fights with god
after all the ciphers, spots and mics i’ve rocked
even getting drunk i never once regretted the fact
i been to heaven and back cuz i just couldn’t settle for that
sick of flipping the script, nowadays i read it backwards
cuz i’ve always seen it happen in the same repeating patterns
so there’s no hidden message at the end of the day
except for the way she blushes when you mention my name

it’s been 23 years of pain, music and dreams
where the universe is h-rny and the food is for free
which usually means, that even all the talent, respect
and love in the world, can’t save you from reality checks
i’m still the same -ssh0l-, pathological as usual
i just try to make my lies really obvious and beautiful
so in a sick world with nothing sacred left
thirtysevens starting to learn the basic steps

i keep it crazy visual with gangs of criminals
freebasing at freemason initiation rituals
threesixty panoramic with the random camera tricks and
tan hispanic chicks eating salamander sandwiches
i spit lucid dreams onto mental movie screens
and move between everything you think my music means
i try to explain, but people can not understand it
like i was talking in spanish or dropping quantum mechanics
but check it out, there’s not a lot i get upset about
the stupid kids that used to p-ss me off, i don’t sweat em now
mellowed out with a hands on approach to physics
busted pencils, bl–dy noses, broken dishes
burning calories trying to drown my personality
and open up my mind enough to just observe reality
so between me and you, it’s kinda hard to separate
you get left with fake equations that echo in empty sp-ce

it’s been 23 years of pain, music and dreams
where the universe is h-rny and the food is for free
which usually means, that even all the talent, respect
and love in the world, can’t save you from reality checks
yeah, i’m still the same -ssh0l-, pathological as usual
i just try to make my lies really obvious and beautiful
so in a sick world with nothing sacred left
thirtysevens starting to learn the basic steps

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