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letra de i have no intention of bringing soul to that seed - konnerlp

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shaving because of x2 quote needs
ideas changed, main goal joy, first would lead to an unideal series of kneeling to cultural pleads
and i don’t have any intention of bringing soul to that seed
eversince i cut off some labels with a blade, i’ve been paid with more chemical stability every day and day
okay okay
facing these o c demons in the mirror with a reckless driver at the steerer
thoughts, thinkin’ they scribes, describe terror
facin’ em makes me sick, take myself to the lair
figuring out thеse little neurons likе they mimin’
i’m indecisive, a little picky with the time i use but i abuse it often
referring reflection line, looking at my not so opposite, panicking, grab for the door, somewhat amusing, sumo with a puta again
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
word syllabist and self boxer call me a loota’ of… scheduling?
such a brooding essence inside yourself, turn left reserving injury, you are not in purgatory
just a mix up, slipped up, turn right, lean into non directional learning
only change is permanent, swimming in and out, ay get out, getting sentimental now hey
thoughts penning open new gateways, and popularizing critical thought
following line means at the same time but not cause and effect see:
been a little heady since i found out men was hot to me
bro’s a pot calling the kettle red in the face
pedal to the next settlement of word placement ay hey hey hey hey
metal heads approaching all reasons of pretentious being
eating lead is bad for you! you know what i don’t like your riffs dude
and i’m not claiming subjectivity ceases to exist dude, i’m just saying playing with your view of one’s personality to the point where it lays in the hands of riff-ge till it decays is ridiculous
i get sticky fingers every time i pick up a gem, don’t wanna let it roll or drop, because i made that sh-t with all my being and all my ventricles, not putting up polls to see your opinion of the matter, scatter brained writer with a pen taped to a latter on the fire escape writing really ancient splatter platters that are metaphors for things i gather from all these atoms stabbing me
bartender don’t keep a tab on he, they/them stem from a winning mentality, i don’t sit fondly on neutrality, rather ponder with a paladin, laughing and sh-t, yeah (yeah)

- konnerlp

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