Thoughts
Take what's yours
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
I'm lika starving alcoholic
Detox my thoughts its falling
Like rocks through vein I'm Johnson
Its hoax my wick is conscious
It burns the trick and nonsense
Truth hurts just start to fathom
Like crotch faces the tantrum
On ad hoc basis I write em
Like I'm
Sitting in a hall of nation
The last moment of exam in Asian
Country's gonna be af atrial fibrillation
What do you think
Its just your evasion
So this is my dictation
Of the words that's been sent
From my dna to rna
I've got transcription
That helps me to live up to it
Take this tool and oh screw it
In the cosmos sucking lika blackhole
End it lika menopause
Play it like I have lil hope
Like I'm home alone
May be rock a house in cold blood
Then rockabye to you huh
Take what's yours
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
So all I have is subliminal unprecise thoughts
Probably that's why
This penetration might not evolved
Just remember
Even hackers follow the protocol
Internet claims to be the knowledge of all
That's all
I had to write this to know
What I want and express myself
So I can give directions to thoughts
That's been in masone labyrinth
I didn't even bought but got caught
Diluted somewhere imprecise slot
Thought I find myself when I define
And grind
Where I'm goin with this
Don't know what time
Am I gonna rock my world
I see you clearly but my mirrors broke
Trynna paint the bullseye
Before I take the scope
I gotta doubts slowing me
You can't really make it fake it
Like the way she take it
You really think you're great shit
You'll probably get some hate bitch
I'm sorry its not me
Its just the fear talking
Thought he try dubstep
Third eye in my forehead
What you really thinking
Imma make my own shit
I won't rhyme the next word
I just wanna say stuff
Help somebody great enough
Be your voice with same throat
Stop thinking give it a go bro
Take what's yours
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
I'm lika starving alcoholic
Detox my thoughts its falling
Like rocks through vein I'm Johnson
Its hoax my wick is conscious
It burns the trick and nonsense
Truth hurts just start to fathom
Like crotch faces the tantrum
On ad hoc basis I write em
Like I'm
Sitting in a hall of nation
The last moment of exam in Asian
Country's gonna be af atrial fibrillation
What do you think
Its just your evasion
So this is my dictation
Of the words that's been sent
From my dna to rna
I've got transcription
That helps me to live up to it
Take this tool and oh screw it
In the cosmos sucking lika blackhole
End it lika menopause
Play it like I have lil hope
Like I'm home alone
May be rock a house in cold blood
Then rockabye to you huh
Take what's yours
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
So all I have is subliminal unprecise thoughts
Probably that's why
This penetration might not evolved
Just remember
Even hackers follow the protocol
Internet claims to be the knowledge of all
That's all
I had to write this to know
What I want and express myself
So I can give directions to thoughts
That's been in masone labyrinth
I didn't even bought but got caught
Diluted somewhere imprecise slot
Thought I find myself when I define
And grind
Where I'm goin with this
Don't know what time
Am I gonna rock my world
I see you clearly but my mirrors broke
Trynna paint the bullseye
Before I take the scope
I gotta doubts slowing me
You can't really make it fake it
Like the way she take it
You really think you're great shit
You'll probably get some hate bitch
I'm sorry its not me
Its just the fear talking
Thought he try dubstep
Third eye in my forehead
What you really thinking
Imma make my own shit
I won't rhyme the next word
I just wanna say stuff
Help somebody great enough
Be your voice with same throat
Stop thinking give it a go bro
Take what's yours
And leave behind
The pain the misery
That messed you up
Has made what you're now
Time won't be right
You gotta make it tonight
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