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I don't give a fuck about the governance I don't give a fuck about police Feeling my whole life deplete While the ocean has corrosive motions As i place my focus on something unnoticed Will it always be, two white broads and a rig on me Pull out the back and drop all of my stacks on a pack that will turn to at least twelve racks Alright Feather the pressure No chance is better than ever to feed to see to be while the pain holds up my main frame The days erase The case i place Your bitch she fake With a cold hard dick in her face Alright Fathom the path of the phantom That's the anthem Dead son creeping through your back door Drawn sword feel it all run away oh epidemic call the medic (Will he offer me) You know - i mean - the world - we - you - and - i - share - and everyone shares This is a model of the world, this is a model reality. Not the real - real - real reality The real reality is completely unknowable There is some kind of objective reality that we're immersed in when we're not on drugs Its though were on drugs all the time Aye Sauce Aye Hear these silent voices inside my head Subliminal messages saying fuck the feds We don't need no friends leave em dead Hearing voices inside of my head Smoke the pain away every single day Stop Have another panic attack Frantic click back The deadly kick back Coming out out of our black out surrounded by bodies That's my idea of a party Funny how the game just flipped Crazy how the fame just Insane how quick we running up in this bitch Steady moving through the background Now we breaking in through the front punk