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Lemme edit this sedative Last session too intensely blended my penmanship, letters regressing Into senseless effervescent upendedness I letter rip more effortless than the stress binges suggest it is/ The Frick is this pittance I been swimming in? Vision spinnin within this windowless existence, eyein' that cig again Restarted smokin just so I could tell the sun wassup Stare into it blindly to remind me not to do somethin nuts I'd rather fight 100 ducks than dust the slime Off my kill time for realignment husk, trust, sleeping inside its rough Spawned a bunch, tried my best at nesting, disconnected from where I invested all Hyperextended loved and lost In male dominated spaces, feelings stay behind the aegis Of get laid, lift weights and make papers Bro Save it, Dial the Drs for survival help Try not to buy no special belts where y'all could find my neck with welts Amidst several Gentle mental health scares Got convinced that spittin my distinguished anti rhythm excel my self care So Pitch the EQ to explosive fulfillment To an Overloaded quotient for emotional brilliance Born 6 months before Reagan's first term I'm passed the stage where I'm simply tryin' to watch the earth burn I'm sure it still will regardless of my will, turn Hardships into harnessing harvests of chill blurs 20 years ago I ain't think I'd be breathing now Thought I'd overdose but I'm beholden to some seedlings now Probably carried more damage than I'm aware of into my marriage Arrangements had to perish before repairing When it falls that's one giant matzo ball Take all the therapy talk involved hit and hold the pot to top it off Disconnecting from sections I'm not fond of recollecting If ya can't beat em, that's me as an adolescent My mutant askew view it used to ruffle me Now I've settled into goofy sexy weirdo super comfortably All I ever wanted was to pick apart the pixels of existence Flip the pretty parts, and this is where my scripture starts Vomited objects of soul derangement Not concerned with SEO or growth of post engagement Float through days and spit a rap and bask in it Add in a dash of backwards scamming dating app catfishes Some elf and fairy magic Crashed through all the sadnesses Palliated the passages, I can look back and brag a bit Whatever the old adage is, not saying I'm the best there is But you'd be hard pressed to get yourself a better setherwrist My globe exploded you'd think I'd be more stressed Mid life crisis rolled right into more fresh Which orbit of roister is getting explored next? Enter the vortex of divorced Seth
Writer(s): Seth-michael Serrano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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