Nine
So many unknowns
How do you not go (How do you not go)
It's all part of the plan
It's all part of the plan
They keep telling me
I don't keep track of all of my shirts
Cause my shirts don't want to get attached to me
Dependence is a nationality
And its origin is unknown
So why do you
Keep fucking up when the rent is due
And avenues don't create themselves,
So why would you just keep coming in here and
Messing shit up
I don't keep track of all of my shirts
Cause my shirts don't want to get attached to me
Dependence is a nationality
And its origin is unknown
So why do you
Keep fucking up when the rent is due
And avenues don't create themselves,
So why would you just keep coming in here and
Messing shit up
Lost my mind holding on to yesterday
Pack my chest away, nothing left to say
Slacking in my brain, I feel slow-mo
You can feel my pain, Mr. Solo
Dolo Junior
Know no future
Bring em out in a PT Cruiser
See me sooner, I never been a bruiser
I might not make the cut, bit of a loser
That don't make me sweat
I done plenty in my life that I gotta regret, yeah
Not to say that I'm much of a vet
It's a long way down and I'm on the top deck but
That's enough of that bullshit
I can't be stopped on my own
Yeah, said they wanting my two cents
But I keep my bank closed
Brand new blues, I'm a can do fool
I be damned if I lose on account of the crew
Yeah the crew
I be damned if I lose on the crew
It goes on for some time
I read my mind
It's on my life
I speak it
It goes on for some time
I read my mind
It's on my life
I speak it
How do you not go (How do you not go)
It's all part of the plan
It's all part of the plan
They keep telling me
I don't keep track of all of my shirts
Cause my shirts don't want to get attached to me
Dependence is a nationality
And its origin is unknown
So why do you
Keep fucking up when the rent is due
And avenues don't create themselves,
So why would you just keep coming in here and
Messing shit up
I don't keep track of all of my shirts
Cause my shirts don't want to get attached to me
Dependence is a nationality
And its origin is unknown
So why do you
Keep fucking up when the rent is due
And avenues don't create themselves,
So why would you just keep coming in here and
Messing shit up
Lost my mind holding on to yesterday
Pack my chest away, nothing left to say
Slacking in my brain, I feel slow-mo
You can feel my pain, Mr. Solo
Dolo Junior
Know no future
Bring em out in a PT Cruiser
See me sooner, I never been a bruiser
I might not make the cut, bit of a loser
That don't make me sweat
I done plenty in my life that I gotta regret, yeah
Not to say that I'm much of a vet
It's a long way down and I'm on the top deck but
That's enough of that bullshit
I can't be stopped on my own
Yeah, said they wanting my two cents
But I keep my bank closed
Brand new blues, I'm a can do fool
I be damned if I lose on account of the crew
Yeah the crew
I be damned if I lose on the crew
It goes on for some time
I read my mind
It's on my life
I speak it
It goes on for some time
I read my mind
It's on my life
I speak it
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Writer(s): Daniel Murphy
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