YUNG ANAKIN - you can't be serious
I think that everybody hate meSo easy to replace me
Smoking dope repair my soul
But there's hella pieces I'm still chasing
Feeling like Peep and Tracy
How I got witchblades on my waist
Can't come close to me safely
Contemplating by water of lakes
Baking with no soda
Your vision like a print with low toner
White trash fucking stoner
Dope keep me from flipping out, Motorola
But I'm heating up like solar
Undead so my skin stay polar
I don't get exposure
Fucking young Sisyphus, life's the boulder
The herds that I've seen always follow the lead
Of a puppet of greed, lies is all they believe
Corruption precede the free will of the people
The evil inside beyond minds of the sheep
Minds of the weak do not think what they speak
They absorb and repeat, it could never be me
Indiana small town where there's nothing to see
Don't want it to be the place where I R-I-P
Written by:
Jacob Brouwer
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