4:32 AM - MR.MISMATCHEDSOCKS

I got friends with mismatched socks
I got friends with dirty coughs
I got friends say fuck the cops
I make friends outside the box
Match my aura match my speed
My silhouette is all you need
To deeply see inside of me
To deeply see inside of me

Only if you see it too
You don't see me, I don't see you
Your projections I see right through
Projections I see right through
Falling down the country side
Take your mouth and open wide
Take in all the flavors
Save your conscience and expand yourself

See the things I know I need
See through pains, lies and deceits
Rather not be bothered with these
Things I don't need to believe in
Friendships come and friendships go
We pour ours long and smoke one slow
I see the future through the snow
Corruption's deep within you know

Politicians sniffing blow
We don't need that fucking shit
Planted seeds to leaning trees
Bleeding cries; can hear the screams
Corruption's deep within we know
That's the story say no more
Not my story, fuck no
Sticking to it, break the mold

Cause I got friends who help me sin
None of my friends follow trends, no
Come to shows and kick down doors, bitch
None of my friends fuck with feaux
While you and yours can act like hoes
We be busting nose and throwing shit
Burning spliffs until we choke, bitch

A circus of disorder
Need to sit yourself down and reorder
Piling on what caution corners
Lying about your boyish borders
Nixing out a steady change
Need to dive deep to reshape the game
Can a breaking point be yours to break
Piling on your piles

In time; make yourself one
With your one and what you want
To fly too close to the sun
And to soothe the burns, to light up some
Memories are nothing
But little movies in your head
Hope to god some of the memories
Escape before you're dead

Written by:
Cy Hassell, Erich Albrecht

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