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letra de ξ1k{t08ξ∪{ξ}-28s-f22} - buum

makin’ it work
fake it and twerk
shakin’ the earth
raking the leaves (i need)
forsaken the trees (uh)
cake in her jeans (i need)
quake in my seems (uh)
peaceful lake in my dreams
swear it never broke
dare to be poked
we stared and we smoked
cared how we spoke
through in the city in a beanie from a webstore
wish that i’d slept more – neck sore, ponytail
slowly fail, homie’s nails, overflowing scalеs
i need tongue, i need suction
i need tongue, i need suction
hot lava, magma in my body
resist thе eruption (i need tongue, i need suction)
see dimensions of the things that i am stuck in

huh! roaming in the sunset, laying in a landfill
ask am i having fun yet – i am, ballin’, $60, 7 grams
shooting lasers from my fingertips like f-ckin’ master hand
master plan is to – breathe, then to stop breathin’

i don’t understand what they are is is!
did i go travel there? did i unravel there?
is it the rabble-rousing strands of hair that are on my head?
or is that head mine? is it a jolt or dementor in my mind?
what’s made the formless all go form a line?
flashbacks – seats (ikea), they recline
friendships, endships – yeah, they intertwine
deep in the web and it’s torrents that i find
absolve, acquiesce – i watch flak egress
digress deep-i-est – mainline deet-i-est

carrying this vicarious bliss through haunted swamps with nefarious imps
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are there barriers restricting it?
non-worlds gone city-esque
scrunch, 88 colon 88 , bl!ckwisp
relived scenes

galactic empire suit and tie fighters
loose lips among all the heartwires

snot nose bored with a dribbly face
gotta tie my shoelaces (el – oh – el)
catgirl lingerie remembories

-simultaneous-
80 ice skaters goin’ infinitely round the rink
tasting every sound that stinks
got a frown that look like the dvd cover to barton fink
if i’m a tank, then you’re a twink
this is warcraft, stomp you like a doormat
let a daily youtube vlogger record that
i’m not dictated by advertising semiotics
try to sick me on a track, i’m already on it
when i’m cookin’ up i’m like remy on it (rat from ratatouille)
show up in the fur, youda thought i’m han and mad at chewy
all my samples h-lla obvious, but sh-ts too rad to sue me
if i did construction, i’d have hammers gucci ladders louie
i’m so upscale and it ain’t offa gram sales
your business request forever in my spam mail
pull up at the club on a sperm whale
you can ride a f-cking raft, you never earned sails
b-tch i’m so clutch
never giving no f-cks
ho, i’m going so buck
pullin’ foes on tow trucks to mass graves
dance like this your last ra…
pullin’ foes on tow trucks to mass graves
dance like this your last rave
b-tch i’m in the tro… b-tch i’m in the tropics
i burned down a hot topic
pair of pants
paris, france
-simultaneous-
disassembled things … minutiae, yeah, i need minute ones
i been confuzzled, i been looped up, on a mission ‘cus my troop up
another cloth of a crew cut
drip pipeline, i got the group’s guts
spin hula and i’m hooped up
broom, doom dust to the dustpan
hard to trust, man
hard to trust woman
i like losing and i like winning
late night, i be up stimming, rolling with atleast one dijin
packing up l.e.d lights, too enticing; you knw where the spice is
why do objects look hexed from a certain angle? how i see these?
i’m a chip tune off the old block, i like bleep bleeps
my brain chirping like a nextel and it go repeat tweets
guardian angels, they beseech me
guardian angels, they beseech me
i’m in god’s classroom, i’m tryna reach teach
i’m a sweetie, yeah you’d a think that i could .. whoa, whoa, whoa
i’m a sweetie, you’d a thunk that i could play the uke
skywalking in the streets, i’m a stray luke
building topwit, yeah, i don’t make flukes

“i know mr. gatch, but they wanted two-tone wickets and we ran out.” “i’m sorry, mr. gatch, but there was trouble at our eastern plant: a breakdown.”

big c-cks, blow up, explosions, de blob
big blocks, towers crumbling, 9/11-phoenix-fawkes
envision an incision on a homer simpson silly face
haters yelling “d’oh!” as i’m making dough
drink a case, case of diet soda
unload on ya, unload codes
action replay, unlock yoda
unlock locks to keys within me
i see a bee suit mario and wario
smokin’ blunts with lucario
16 bars, spit bars, harder…
our references and deference and touch down
stomp the yard, ophan-only-child like easy street annie
honestly i’m done, i don’t really / … / panzy (yeah, yeah)
jimmy neutron egg aliens, i got this sh-t mailing in the emails
liking ‘like pages’ rivet me more than 1920s dramas
sci fi, romance, 2009, bromance, cinema, skrillex
dubstep is an enigma
i blur like sonic – xbox racing
imbeciles facing their modern warfare ,,,

it’s neir automata
i’m really d-mn near the edge, but i’m on it, bruh
i’m shackleton up in the club like it’s antarctica
rockin’ out, rachmaninoff
lense vader, brick fader
blue jean, blue dream
f-ck a bluecheck, i need blue faces
(i don’t know where my choices end and blur with fate)
my presence calm super saiyan
peter gaitin ‘limelight’ innovation
stakes so high, grilling in the sky (huh, huh, huh, ha)

spongebob in the desert, dessert
resort to reading pitchfork, making clever retorts
wii sport resort, cry when i see the golden arches

excavate myself then get to running from my digs
done so many cycles stripping everything away

triple dot amv edited together
critical mass resting on my critical theory
favorite tweet, retweet
beats to move feet
moving fingers on keyboards seldom make me bored

arranging aristocracies in quiet correspondence
really prissy proper with a conscience
gotta get it popping with the princes who were promised
manicuring magic in our contents
mixing up company conglomerates
‘woulda coulda shouldas’ turn to ‘who wants whats’
moving like my opposite, i move synonymous

l.o.t.r or k.o.t.o.r
b.m.o, d.e.m.o.s, define me

the three words i hate most in this world are “this isn’t music.”

ironically, iconically and sonically
i’m honestly just going and i’m flowing and revealing
something inside of me, idk what the f-ck it is

that we told in another life
before the crash, before i spoke
yeah, i’m a destroyer
my mouth is the weapon
but i ain’t talking about a track
i’m talkin’ bout the sh-t that i’m regrettin’
want to get resettin’
so instead i’ll just stare at this photo and laugh and then sit here in bed and think and sh-t

roaming through the realm with a pocketful of sh-lls
motherf-cking sorceror, i got rocket flinging spells
got a lot of smells, cause i been a lotta places

booting up my system, turnin’ on the dreamcast
hoping the nightmare end, but i’m praying that the dream last
running through the green grass, seeing what is off the trail
i’m like the 8am express train goin’ off

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