JFLOXT and lL. lK. - Head Stuck

Don't get your head stuck
Don't get your head stuck
Don't get your head stuck
Don't get your head stuck

Don't get your head stuck, the mind of your matters is way incomplete
The incomplete's about us, about backin' up to the battles about us
So babble on babble ain't on in these patterns
I come back with my past as it's written as letters

If you could wanna get em, just roll the wick right up
Without even reading it, contemplate Adam and Ever
It's time for work
I came in the room, bringing the doom and the gloom

Been walking like something to prove
All of my rules, made up don't follow along
Impossible battles to loom, fighting through figurative noose
Wrapped up in rope and the snags, comedian and ass

Somewhere to go get depressed
What if I feel on this voice in my head
Yeah, still epic battles, I'm black up a rain
And my chemicals feel invaluable, shaking the cores

A chord, make quarters to half
Half of you thinking, half of me annoying
It's still in this game
No one has won yet, so no one's amazed

And I'm taking a stake
Put it inside of your brain
Think you think I'm here, don't think in game
Yeah, stay up all night

This my regular attitude
I do it Addison Rae
And a regular bad bitch is tapping my phone
When I'm speaking, new speaker come near me

It's part of a theory to tear this away
Tears running down your whole face
I hold out the face every day
Fuck it, I'm making a play

Put in the mouth of this thing to my face
Yeah
And in my dreams, I've been walking on water
I'm bound as I'm bound, let's break out of encounters

I'm counting them up, all the days without money
What's taken from me isn't funny
Ain't faking it until I've fallen asleep
Leave me to stay and no falling on me

Falling on fish when I walk down the streets
Yeah
Don't get your head fucked up, minding your matters
It's great and complacent and complains about us

About backing up to the battles about us
Too bad, but I'm babbling on in these patterns
Compass with my past as it's written as letters
You don't want to get on your throne

No, it's read up without even reading it
Contemplate, add up, and ask another time
Fill with acid and callous until I make battles
I'm black of a race

My chemicals feel infallible
Shaking the core, the core, and quarters to half
Half of you thinking I've got to be annoyed
It's still in the game

No one has won yet, so no one's amazed
And I'm taking a stake
Put it inside of your brain
Think you've been gummy or dope in your game

Yeah
Don't get your head fucked up
Don't get your head fucked up
Don't get your head fucked up

Play on the TV
Hey
Hey
Hey

Written by:
Brian Jones

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