[Verse: looms.]
Stuck in the seams of the underachieved
He run amuck at the scene just for something to be
Schmucks judge from the meets so tick the meter
Time is running out
From a place of fuck abouts
Young’ns running sucking snouts
Ducking when mothers out
Sons(suns) are just above the clouds
Getting lifted, necking spirits, so hedonistic
I said I did it, on more than one occasion
The force of such a statement got my core always aching
See I'm dropping bits of me!
Ripped beneath the skin then slipped within the soliloquies
Potent as an acid flash back. Ever had that?
Got you crawling through that cat flap
Memories ransacked
I’ve seen the purple skies, the lie that is validity
The whiteness of the eyes in the mind that lost rigidity
Bending till it snaps again
Spending till T'm trapped again
Stacking pennies to grab a 20's no plan of any man could ever be anything less than heavenly
Why can’t you let him be?
The thought is wishful
Dreams? He got a fist full
It don’t mean piss all since I signed with my initials
But now I think of it, don’t remember if I had the choice
Forced into existence got me thinking it's a plan deployed
He said goodbye to the dreams revised and achieved
And what a waste it was waking up to die in his sleep
This life is what you like it to be
Stuck in the seams of the underachieved
He run amuck at the scene just for something to be
Schmucks judge from the meets so tick the meter
Time is running out
From a place of fuck abouts
Young’ns running sucking snouts
Ducking when mothers out
Sons(suns) are just above the clouds
Getting lifted, necking spirits, so hedonistic
I said I did it, on more than one occasion
The force of such a statement got my core always aching
See I'm dropping bits of me!
Ripped beneath the skin then slipped within the soliloquies
Potent as an acid flash back. Ever had that?
Got you crawling through that cat flap
Memories ransacked
I’ve seen the purple skies, the lie that is validity
The whiteness of the eyes in the mind that lost rigidity
Bending till it snaps again
Spending till T'm trapped again
Stacking pennies to grab a 20's no plan of any man could ever be anything less than heavenly
Why can’t you let him be?
The thought is wishful
Dreams? He got a fist full
It don’t mean piss all since I signed with my initials
But now I think of it, don’t remember if I had the choice
Forced into existence got me thinking it's a plan deployed
He said goodbye to the dreams revised and achieved
And what a waste it was waking up to die in his sleep
This life is what you like it to be
( looms. )
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