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Bug Out
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Bug Out κυκλοφόρησε στις 12 Οκτωβρίου 2023 από Independent ως μέρος του άλμπουμ From
ΆλμπουμFrom
12 Οκτωβρίου 2023
ΕτικέταIndependent
ΓλώσσαEnglish
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Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
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Στίχοι

Geekin by the yeast
Pile till I'm senile
Enter Egypt
See Nile
Round up, turn to Giza dial
Grease in pounds
If I found the source
It freeze beneath
The sun-stained shade
Shit, I'm dumb
Where that come from?
Impulsive tantrums
Freestyle gets me canceled
I can't do shit unless it's ample
Same time
Spill the speakers
Set examples
On and on I ramble
For a chance at gamble—
Game ends fairly
Fuck canary's let down
Prep now
'fore fett fetches wet crown
Doused in poison down
Clowns cant fly with sow
How?
I dunno
Everything went dark
Then the cold got close
Went inside my lungs
In my nose
Thank god I have my prose
Hopefully my breath of gold
For now, though
The cardboards holds
Though it feels I'm growing old
Mere mirages
From the poison foretold
Forlorn at time's
Debaucherous leisures
What's the cost of pleasure?
Probably less than this endeavor
I'll tell you what
I'm not so clever
Thought I'd better self
And settle for lesser
Thought the frost
Could lead to treasure
Nope, it's just bad weather
Snapped tether shrapnel
Shot me with metal
Wounds won't settle
Must extract, and get better
Not leave
Ignoring rebels
I'll tell you what
Boy
This ain't no shtetl
Take an ambien
In ambulance
I can't make it
Through this turkey fest
Take an ambien
For turbulence
I think the ground
Is where I'm happiest
Sex
Made a mess
A good fucking guess
Turned out bright lights
Is all I have left
It's a wreck
It's a wreck
Just, give me a second
It's a wreck
It's a wreck
It ain't you that I threaten
Take an ambien in ambulance
I can't make it through this turkey fest
Take an ambien for turbulence
I think the ground
Is where I'm happiest
Sex
Like next
Seldom impressed
How the devil guesses
Pressures chest
Burned a cleft
Made a song, not distressed
This how the problem checks
Don't direct, just digress
Find the point of time spent
Not seeking
Dimmer death stench
Onward wench!
I say to myself
Still PC, I ain't even
Talk yet 'bout MAC-12
Primal 7 cores
Simpler than Dante's hell
Fuck I missed the entre
I heard it's beef engleze
At least afterwards, there's cake
Or none, just a break
And somebody was down shook
Unlikely hoof
Written by: Jory

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