Don't Flinch!

Don't Flinch!
(True art is...)
Don't Flinch!
(An Explosion!)

What was there is mostly gone
What's left to focus on?
Love stares me in the face and I close my eyes
Love stares me in the face and I close my eyes

Eyes closed, I know
I'm no, Gyno
Relic from the past
Old heads like Dino
Why don't you just change and adapt?
It's survival of the fittest
Trap aesthetic get the littest
Copacetic if you wit it
But you basic on the litmus
Took some acid now I'm blastin
Off to psychedelic christmas
I was raised around them christians (Christians)
They don't read encryptions (Cryptic)
It's the oldest story told
Passed down in Hieroglyphics

What was there is mostly gone
What's left to focus on?
Love stares me in the face and I close my eyes
Love stares me in the face and I close my eyes

Oh, I know where I gotta be!
I'm like Andrew Carnegie
I could make monopoly
I could turn it all to a game win a few of those
Look at all the shiny gold chains, I need two of those! (Bitch!)
I'm American
Punch you if you stare again
Same country that elected Trump wants fair again
Well where's the fair in that?
I stare at love she staring back

What was there is mostly gone
What's left to focus on?
Love stares me in the face and I close my
Love stares me in the face and I close my eyes

Don't flinch
Don't flinch

I was running from past self
I was running from past self
I was running from my past self
Running from my past self, Running from my past self, Running from my past self
I was running from past self
I was running from past self
I was running from my past self
I was running from my past self
I was running from my past self
I was running from my past self
Running from my past self, Running from my past self, Running from my past self
I was running from my past self
I was running from my past self
I was running from my past self



Credits
Writer(s): John Holmes
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