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letra de keep your head high - catalyst.

[verse]
a bird flew in front of my car on the way to the coffee shop
all i wanted was to not have a headache
i know we only met today, relationships be delicate
to compensate i might just try to go to sleep or meditate
maybe i hallucinated, checked the grill, it’s new and vacant
didn’t nail it unlike the tools that usually cool in bas-m-nts
put some effort in, been feeling too complacent
but stress is an accelerant, i should just move to basics
all the time i feel that life move too fast
skirt around my problems, used to tutu past
undercover in my own lifе, glued to a mask
i can’t get sick though
higher tolеrance, hit england for a tea break
crumbled up some crumpets, trumpets herald while the knees shake
he’s nervous, do you feel it? or do we gotta retake?
burn the letterman, what a difference that c make
to be alone is heroin, no need to od
both knees week, the nose bleed at slow speeds
those i keep close to me sleep, i mean socially
snow, sleet and rain as i lose my mind totally
my condolences, i’m supposed to be aware of the potency
hopefully we can go and see moments but i’m too stoned to dream
that’s a penalty and also my goal to keep
you’re telling me to go but i’m too busy overthinking the overreach
dig for gold, only soil is sold
heavy heat enrolled, turn the oil to boil and foam
return home or exploit the noise to be poised for throne
now in the zone like a touchdown
bruh, we’re chilling in orbit
dial 911 like the stick on that imported porsche whip
get signed and meet up, split the proportions
but to focus on the now might be far more important
ever since junior high, i’ve been chasing the next high
life is like a bender, can’t breath, my chest tight
maybe i can do it better next time
but better means that first i gotta work to get myself by
sickness a symptom of living dirty in a fish bowl
burn me when we get grown
hurling when the burden get built
so there’s no room to stomach the guilt sown in malice
they told me get a grip but the digits are calloused
yeah, yeah
they told me get a grip but the digits are calloused

- catalyst

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