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yak, the atlas - streetrat fanclub lyrics

it’s the euphoria warrior
stuff that sh+t into your cornucopia
x marks the motherf+cking secret formula
informing ya, you should probably call a coroner
cause imma k!ll this so clean
that there won’t be room for foragers
morbid words erupt, should prolly sow his lips
disappear quick cause the boy the loch ness
slaying heartless playing convict
gotta bad b+tch turn her into a boss b+tch
if i take the part of the hostage
youre not part of our progression, some filler arc sh+t
shove the competition in a chuckie cheese ball pit
imma bring the fire like i’m f+cking sozins comet entails, yuh
flows hatemail the size of haybales
draw ink daemons lies in bone wells
the crust piece keep the whole bread stale
he’s garbage pail
face that you hardly trust in retail, i know
i still hang pirate flags and fawn over graffiti
see aristocrats as rugrats, which adult is speaking
have ever met yak? lost all of my reasons
i know i’m not working for the weekend

i’m not the type to write anthems
but my brothers in the back and hes screaming that i am drugs
it’s like a streetrat fan club
this ain’t formal, f+ck the fam up

feeling like a fresh pack, 1st edition
cause of death auto erotic crucifixion
can’t wait my body escape this flesh prison
your tension shaking through your heels
this that gate we kick out those training wheels
too comfortably numb or too in my feels
and the rusted wheel, of my brain still rotates
all my arcane, can’t break, the chains around my wrist
can never really focus, never get a grip
take a break, watch dog walkers anonymous
until i feel up, to my looney tuned tricks
change the signposts, strip away the layers
my brain bounce around like a dvd screen saver
hear the constant hum kinda like a lightsaber
sam just hit the faders, asking if i’m on one
imma dance on poison like donald f+cking faison
drinking unicorn blood, the chain of monty python
i’m just a day dead bygone

i’m not the type to write anthems
but my brothers in the back and hes screaming that i am drugs
honestly i dont give a f+ck
its showbiz baby move that bus

- yak the atlas lyrics

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