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William Micheal Nelson Carter
William Micheal Nelson Carter
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All alone typing lyrics in my cell phone I dabble in my vices 'til I'm in my fuckin' zone History like Astrodome I am running past you clones Even though I'm always home I'ma end up on the road I decide to drop the rope Guess I changed my mind I am Lunatic Divine You can't find it? That's a tight fit Who designed it? If you buy my record let me sign it I don't even venture outside kid Never need a sidekick I am robbin' with a bat, man Catch a back hand like the fucking meme This ain't what it seems, life is just a dream I've seen the other side and I decided that the grass is just as green You a O-P-P, you posers can't see me Long receipt, clean crepes on my feet I just put like four g's in a backwood No matter what I'll be misunderstood but I'm good I said I'm fucking good Military I'm sergeant, three pointer James Harden Euro-step I beg your pardon, moonwalk the red carpet Rings on me like Target, only listen to hard shit Remember how it started, this is just a long trip Sword got a firm grip for anyone opposing I see the future but the hole is closing If you think you cold then I am frozen Every thousand years the one is chosen Soothsayer crystal ball glowing Never leave the house like he snowed in Anxiety and stress overloadin' Tried to fill the void with weed and clothin' I am on a trip, Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, I am ragin' Against the machine 'til the days ends But the way I feel is amazing Introverted personality but Hell is raising Used to be on Vine like a raisin Made a projection of my feelings then displayed it
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