Trauma Dumpling
Fuck a bad dream
I'm out the bubble
Dreaming every night
I wanna cuddle
Emotions fucking flowing
Like a puddle
Wait a fucking second
I'll be subtle
Light dies
Chasing highs
No suprise
You're dead inside
It's hard for me to care
When there is so much
That you're doing wrong
Multimillionaire
Stackin money
And I'm going strong
Extraordinary prayers
Eliminate the tendency
Of suicidal blasphemy
Then send you down to meet the monks
And play some ping pong
Long song
Spawn bomb
Bomb pop
Rrrocks hot
Unicorns In uniforms
Run head first into the storm
Hear the rain and thunder swarm
Feel my skin is getting warm
And my body's gone airborne
Hope I land on some platform
Head got smacked with a shoehorn
Now my face is all deformed
Talk about a lucky break
I wake and bake
While shakin snakes
I'd trade the place with drake
And make a date
Before my heart escapes
Lookin like a trucker
Want a sucker
Want another
Oh you stupid coward mother -
Fuck these stupid industry
I'm not that lucky junkie
That will strike fame when he's 23
Just wait until I drop this fucking trilogy
Publicity will follow me Constantly
I blissfully write poetry
And visually make imagery
I disagree with dignity
You are the epitome
Of mental fucking tyranny
I'm out the bubble
Dreaming every night
I wanna cuddle
Emotions fucking flowing
Like a puddle
Wait a fucking second
I'll be subtle
Light dies
Chasing highs
No suprise
You're dead inside
It's hard for me to care
When there is so much
That you're doing wrong
Multimillionaire
Stackin money
And I'm going strong
Extraordinary prayers
Eliminate the tendency
Of suicidal blasphemy
Then send you down to meet the monks
And play some ping pong
Long song
Spawn bomb
Bomb pop
Rrrocks hot
Unicorns In uniforms
Run head first into the storm
Hear the rain and thunder swarm
Feel my skin is getting warm
And my body's gone airborne
Hope I land on some platform
Head got smacked with a shoehorn
Now my face is all deformed
Talk about a lucky break
I wake and bake
While shakin snakes
I'd trade the place with drake
And make a date
Before my heart escapes
Lookin like a trucker
Want a sucker
Want another
Oh you stupid coward mother -
Fuck these stupid industry
I'm not that lucky junkie
That will strike fame when he's 23
Just wait until I drop this fucking trilogy
Publicity will follow me Constantly
I blissfully write poetry
And visually make imagery
I disagree with dignity
You are the epitome
Of mental fucking tyranny
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