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letra de outside - bandanabloom

feet slamming on the cement
these tasks taller than the trees i feed off of for breath
i’m all defeated i can’t even be bothered to process
if i can’t help you i’m just here to merely offer respect
just want a small utilitarian sp-ce
somewhere n0body’s there to tamper with my plans to decay inside a bedroom mourning songs from bands i banned from my brain, some of the trust i had for friends
i’m like a phantom in present, when light is ample i fade
no pluck, the d-mn antonym of mandolin playing
it’s an advanced type of antsy
i’ve been prancing in place until my feet are sore
i’m fiending for a handsomer face and someone with a trustworthy f-cking hand i could take like colonizers and others lands
deprived of a mother since a youngin, maybe that’s why loves hard to understand
it’s not like that’s on purpose, shouldn’t worry so much
if i could take the tiny burden of some hurt in my fun, might not be so dark outside

it’s dark outside
my brain’s partway fried
the paint’s all but dry
and this a march disguise

i had a chip on my shoulder
said i would k!ll for it back (k!ll for it back)
now i would leave the sh-t for vultures
need my sk!lls all intact
i think i’m out of my noggin
i’m tryna talk to a shrink
these tricks is dirty as the germs i’m washin off in my sink
i’m gonna throw my f-cking phone into some squalid c-n-l
and you can catch me on a farm with the cows (farm with the cows)
i’d live off crops i’d grow and carcasses i’d char like an arsonist
then my mental state might not be caught in arbiter’s grounds
might start calming me down
cause it’s so difficult imagining peace (imagining peace)
and all i’m worried about is if my practice match what i preach
cause i think everybody’s clashing with me irrationally
and i’m tasked with starting class in a week
getting better being max, but i think max isn’t me (max isn’t me)
i can’t get up until noon
and tempo’s taxing to be (taxing to be)
just tryna harvest these dollars to ensure that my friends have rations to eat
cause i’ll be d-mned if i’m attached to my needs
it’s dark outside
my brain’s partway fried
the paint’s all but dry
and this a march disguise

- bandanabloom

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