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introverted, ominous
can't subvert it, thats a bust
locked down for count, rolling sticks for runts
complicated, keeping trust
easy pickings, thats a duck
white shirt call chow and they keep it rushed
my shop held down and the books are stuffed
everywhere i go feel wrists are cuffed
trynna fool me, boy? thats risky stuff
so you better lie down, keep your mouth on shut
crash test dummies boutta self destruct
lyin in a bunk, feelin' dead, defunct
cant escape this funk, ima make that jump
when i land, on god, ima kick that junk
well, thats the plan
couldnt understand that it was all a scam

stumbled down a path that only left me gray
no one looking out for me, thats true dismay
man i feel risque
gotta drop it cold, call it fresh sorbet
minutes on the phone, i dunno what to say
wouldnt be alone if only truth were told
i could be so bold, break bread for days
everybody talkin but aint trynna stay

introverted, terrified
cant subvert it, thats a helluva lie
bunkin' and junkin' like pumpkin pie,
fuck goodbyes, everybody happy if i met the sky
light up the candles and pray for my life
cause the dread creepin in like overnight



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I wanted to say thank you, to let them know they made me feel at home, and I'd never be able to repay them for that. But what I said, was...

STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ANUS!!

Ha, Haha, HELL yeah, I LOVE this guy!



stand up guy like im steven wright
but the jokes on me cause i done wasted time
over and over from doper to sober
from sober to doper my chances are over
surgical perjury; someone should murder me
topple my castle just give me some closure
cynical ogre, covertly bipolar
my memories are missing, my embers will smolder

introverted, locked inside
can't subvert it, that's how ill die
all i got now are beats and rhymes
so i catalyzed, smash that pedal til i hit 105
sped into the night, im just trynna vibe
no rear view, no flawed design
i could be the best if i were so inclined
best keep an eye; now im sans a brother
im sans a wife, im sans a purpose
whats the point in strife?
how im bout to hide?
how im bout to cry?
things happen at day, they dont stop at night
call me b frank, ima fly a kite
fact of it is, im a little bit fried
dont be like me, cal can tell you why
true sedations my destination,
learned to procure sans inebriation
i dont miss the faces, i dont miss the places
fuck around and find that im just complacent