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Glass Sky
01:10
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The only picture I can paint is of a glass sky
The only question I can ask is how to ask why
I been tryna save the world with my back turned
The only fuck I ever gave was to my girl
The only sorry that I meant was to myself
The only feelings you ain’t seen were on the shelf
The only designated driver had a DUI
The only lie I ever told is in this bar
The only bitch I ever loved had that purple skin
Cuz I’m forever on the hunt for the eternal sin
I held heaven in my hands, yet I ain’t made it in
All my excuses, playing stupid just to play the friend
Kinda funny how the money made em paper thin
I was looking at your titties through a glass eye
I keep my eyes shut and let the world pass by
The only picture I can paint is of a glass sky
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Frozen Pipes
00:58
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I feel like I’m strapped in the back
Of a drowning limousine
With my hands wrapped around you
And my palms on your cheeks
You seen me crumble
Like the ash of my teeth
Grind on me, make me feel
Water racing through the steel
The pipe’s frozen
But the pressure’s gonna burst
I could make depression out of hurt
When I forget the lessons that I’ve learned
Weighing heavy like a curse
When you held me like you nursed me
Back to life
Until your arms melt
Oozing through the kennel
As your fingers slide down to my waist
I seen the pinnacle
And seen it fall
Gliding with grace, the finer the plates
The silent escape that I gotta make
All lies are the root of hate
For that coincidence, I hate faith
Catching fades just to feel
Water racing through the steel
The pipe’s frozen
So I claim to miss you
Faking to reciprocate the love
Cuz if I don’t give it I don’t get it back
And there’s karma in that
Pray to heaven up above
For the target on my ass
Believe me
May this victim soul redeem me
A prisoner of coincidence
Written in the mystery
The only way to solve it
Opioids and antihistamines
I’m sick of the nicotine
All salt on the injury
Like a flaccid dick
Scribbled on the window of a limousine
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3. |
Maple Friends
01:59
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If only I could find a place to be alone
Fuck a couple hoes, lose em to the gold
Smoke a couple cigs
And lay my body in the road
Find a grove
Is it that I need a blunt or a hug?
Or do I lose it? Cuz I can’t get enough
Or is it stupid tryna stay off the drugs?
Cuz I am either on the verge of death
Or verge of tears
But if I last another year god help me
I’m slowly losing breath
And treading water till I’m set free
Fuck these motherfuckers tryna test me
Tell me that if I lose my mind
I’m gonna find it where you left me
Cuz I forget my safety plan
And all my cliffs are crumbling
I was tryna jump it
But the water’s made of stones
Some ten toes
Hoes on my phone
I’ll never be alone, look
Is it that I need a blunt or a hug?
I spent a decade on the hunt for a plug
We on the old shit, no-fuck giver
My feet ain’t strong enough
To tread the water all down the river
I let it guide me to the bank in a shiver
I told it cry and pour one out for my liver
But all the liquor’s made of stones
Some ten toes
Friends on my phone
I’ll never be alone, look
And I don't give a fuck about the happiness
Cuz all my maple friends
Had to grow to make the sappy shit
But I’m actually lit, I never shed shit
Fucking with em, fucking with me
Is it that I need a blunt or a hug?
It doesn’t matter, I’ll be done
Within a rope and a tug
Put on my secular shoes
I keep my head in the sky
I keep my neck in a noose
They say the hips don’t lie
I fuck my bitch in her truth
If only I could find a place to be alone
Fuck a couple hoes, lose em to the gold
Smoke a couple cigs
And lay my body in the road
Find a grove
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Pink & Purple
01:02
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There’s a Starcaster in his room
He barely knows how to use
But I could teach him
Pluck your fingers on the steel wire
I want to learn what it feels like
Beneath the pink and purple strip lights in his room
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5. |
Heartache
04:46
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Lost in the lie
The butt of the truth, the ash in the sky
For something to live
For something to lose, for something to die
The tables turn, let the record burn
Let the darkness fade in a sigh
Suffer the lows, fuck more hoes
And pray for the highs
Finding asylum with nothing to hide
I’m losing my mind staying inside
Cut my hands, the blood runs redder
Than nothing but a man
Who knows nobody’s better than him
Defeated by inebriation
Taking hold, nothing left to lose
Lying in the cold, nothing left to this
Know I fucked it up
I ended it quicker than it began
Pray for the hoes, pray for myself
That god’s in our souls
Praying please God say the dream got me
Overheating in my body
Pray for the strength I never believed in
Never blamed you for leaving
Pray the bank lift me up
Hippity-hoppity
Celibacy growing fickle in sodomy
Ice cold sun, put the heat on myself
Until there’s no self to speak of
When’s the lease due?
Lost in the lie
Making up truth, the god in the sky
For something to live
For something to lose, for something to die
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