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Thinking While Eating A Handful Of AlmondsYou wind up building chapels, lamenting homiesBending phones 'round labyrinth walls, damn it all to low hell It's him who thought "oh well" to life's entirety They tried knighting me nightly, calling it therapy Why do you wear at me? My nig, I used to skip daily When whim was the only thing worth aiming for Say no more, Pagliacci, bad photocopy Once again, from the top now I hate how rap look from the top down Coarse seed and bottle on forefinger Oh, how the remorse lingers In a past life, I used to hate the bad guy And realize it was a lack of personal effort Now I'm weaponized It was a lack of personal effort Now I'm weaponized It was a lack of personal effort Fist full of cops cops, breathing like Bruce Bruce At this point, it's the hunger steering mostly Foul mouth flow, time traveling, toasting A likkle labor and a red penny Sure it dazzles, but continues to fly over my head As the violet smiles, violence piles in spreadsheets It occurred to me that I had outgrown doubt Practicing carpentry like a green almond Swimming as a giddy dolphin, my lil boy smiles often And that's my pan to see pandolce Now I know how they scare easy As I snatch square head tares from palms greasy And that's my pan to see pandolce I realize it was a lack of personal effort And now I'm weaponized, now I'm weaponized It was a lack of personal effort Now I'm weaponized, now I'm weaponized Doom and glory, and knowing who you are Did you know that I know who I am? No, I know, no, no, no, no, I, I know The law's an anagram for wealth My black ark is parked Where Amy Schumer isn't targeted marketing I live inside a computer too But I wrote this on a backyard hilltop Thinking about how to get them before they get me |