Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
Fm
More controls than airwaves,
I do the widest emblems
where the area's gray.
Scripting status symbols
calloused from the staircase.
I've traveled my land,
captivated by embrace.
But still can't define
how the heritage tastes.
Taste buds never plume
in their contagious states.
Refrigerated, stagnant,
cause I can't bear the pain.
Reiterate my passion with
a cryogenic heart,
a direct hit to dumb down.
I won't cry over suspended art
I animate my captions
with a cardboard tin
Nutrition deficient stomach
and washboard ribs
I'm hungry but can't
get sufficient substance
To make something of myself
That's all the drawing board is
I need a starboard winch
to balance portage tilt
Capsizing the art
constitutes growth when our world ends
I'm scarecrows in a noose line
where my canoe floats
The big -headed who hug themselves
trying to squeeze through loopholes
I skim past the yacht, it's sinking fast
See the passengers bailing water
with their thinking caps
C
Fm
Wasting knowledge based
on a collage of fate
All that yacht is attracting the big fish
C
I hope that book hole swal
All their sorrow in a whirlpool
Like raft crafted just to look good
Boarding a boat named
at the walls of your gray dome
There's a lack of erasers
to cover up my past
A lack of emotions
causing happiness to crash
A lack of purpose
that makes us feel worthless
It adds to the bucket
where we build up our furnace
There's a lack of erasers
to cover up my past
A lack of emotions
causing happiness to crash
A lack of purpose
that makes us worthless
It adds to the bucket
where we build up our birdies
Deep down inside
Your regular mind is asleep
F
Fm
Deep down inside
Am
Your regular mind is asleep
Am
Your regular mind is asleep
Fm
What was I thinkin'?
To release a soul
that no one else understands
and no one else seems to like
I paid the price and took back my rep
for every time my mind
tried to half -step
Movin' quick,
I thought no one would notice
What now?
I got down, what's our focus?
One of the dopest, the force of extinction
No one seems to understand
what I'm thinkin'
As far as I can tell on every single weekend
No regret the time
my emotions started speakin'
They speak so loud
it's impossible to ignore
And I pour every ounce of my soul
that they score
I just adore the sweat pours
that go unused
And continue on the path
that only past can pursue
No clue to why, where or even how
Just seconds on the road
between every freestyle
These masses undisguised
who want it all now
But when asked with a smile
they turn them upside down
C
Fm
And to every rapper
C
that says I'm a nice man
Fm
I'll erase a couple years
off the current lifespan
There's a lack of erasers
to cover up my past
A lack of emotions
causing happiness to crash
A lack of purpose,
that makes us feel worthless
It adds to the bucket
where we build up our furnace
There's a lack of erasers
to cover up our past
A lack of emotions
causing happiness to crash
A lack of purpose,
that makes us worthless
It adds to the bucket
where we build up our furnace
These Online Sc
Contacting memories
C
Fm
erased by rehearsal
C
Contracting Destinies from the
F
Fm
Veins of Commercial
Retracting
References from Preference
of Speech
Connecting the soul
Am
F
where the words are in the meat
Fm
Refractions and reflections
render ghosts obsolete
F
Fm
as the bodies leave our feet
Distorted as the mortals
who honor the forest
Forging swords of slander
Am
F
to cut down your trees
Fm
F
Bum, diddy, bum, diddy, bum, bum,
Fm
C
F
Fm
bum
Am
F
Fm
C
Am
C
Fm
Spill over, we're still lonely
Fm
There's not a corner in the bucket
Am
F
for us to get cozy
Bb
Bum, diddy, bum, diddy, bum, bum, bum
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