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Petri Samuel Hautala
Petri Samuel Hautala
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Worry not, little pigeon It's been city living from the get go Open up the blinds, see a sign to metro Under the street lights, green, saying Let's go Why your feathers ruffling up? It's a lot, taking it in So I can begin to have a Thicker skin than I should permit And I don't want to admit That I reminisce 'cause I've been Trying to relive to try to forgive Is that wrong? It feels wrong when I say it Stuck on the one thought and replay it It's not gone a year on I'm starting to think of how it would be if the tape got caught It's her plan and her choice so she did it Began to get coin but she said it My lifespan is destroyed I'm starting to think it won't pay off Cause I've got I've got Cortisol in my coffin I've got Cortisol in my coffin I've got Cortisol in my coffin you'll find Up in the air if it was a good call or not To me it was irrelevant 'cause I wanted control Telemarketing to pay the bills Bargaining to get the kill Targeting the sick, the guilt is eating her alive Disheartening a chick of skill Hardening a mix, a tilt Harnessing a thicker pill Easing by - I can't do this anymore Open the door, I'll be Out on the porch, knowing I swore I wouldn't Pull anymore shit on you guys You've done enough for me swear to God in a lifetime Got me tied up at a roadblock Quick hide the weed and the gunbox Officer walks up, knock knock "Hey there, what can I do for you?" Caught her listening to butt rock Down low, two joints in her sock Turn a blind eye just once Might look good, but god damn I've got I've got
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