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COOL BRO SICK FUCK CHANGE right SO

I get swept away and lose control 

Of thinking - better, faster, harder, GROW

UP and finally get smarter quit DRUGS. 

 

I get distracted, shook with antiks crushed with 

pressure full with blood its ruby rush 

 

It pulls me through to gather greater things kaBOOM

Goes all the SHIT around me I’M HERE.

 

It all falls up before me while

 I sing,

A pale old teen retiring. 

 
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