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And yes I know
The days get shorter as I age
Today is the day I recollect my motives
Higher than totems as I reconnect my mind
Time was anti
Planted my feet in my own space
Planted my own in my space
Tied my own lace
Clap for me
Won my own award
Now they just say
Rap for me
Ask for me, I think they should make a app for me
Pass the lap for me
Shit is just
Math for me
Bunch of numbers and aliases
Mad as this main name madness
Pass the hate like passive pacifists
Madness is
Consuming me
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