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letra de physique - moses rockwell

[verse 1]
holy monday
anxiety attack recuperating
find me in the trap, sike!
find me in a sizable relaxed place to urinate
public access with a blurry face
pixelated memoir, censor me
i’m mentally a mr blonde reservoir
and every cut begins with a “this is for”
shouts to the goodest uncookery
i’ma hold us down down like a figure four
no hands, look at me
i’m in a sort of a trance
solo dance, black saint & sinner lady
underwhelmed on the ledge contemplating
voice in my head whispers “what you waiting for?”
swim or sink, semi colon you ain’t shit, wink, nudge
and take a polar plunge into self-doubt
envying the courage of the bean sprout period
crawl to walk, fall, b-mp head, walk it off again
tryna never respond with “all depends” or “on the fence”
can do without the augments

[chorus] x2
i ain’t here to seek approval
get out my way or i’ll have to move you
and if it must be said you ought-a speak
critique my physique
suckers looking weak, i had to peep

[verse 2]
bangorang tri-colored food fight, forever young
what a beautiful mess here
cosmic ray electric lung
rural area fans wave hands and shout “get r’ done!”
death is expected young
if so these are my best of years
to be the best at puns
the punchline is who cares
meet me at the punch bowl
we’ll play a round of truth or dare
i’ll roundhouse your stupid stare for looking ultra gully
dude, you’re made of silly putty
try to grow some chest hair
you’re like a three legged chair
or a pope’s p-ck-r
no use for it so cat-scratch the stupid shit
bad mannered end table table dancer
break record like decretive ceramics
a conversation piece to say the least
uncooked goody-two-shoes skip and leap
i’m really just a hustler waiting on my hip to beep
please believe me
i’ll do any trick you’ve seen on t.v
it’s only over your head when you don’t know the ledge
so smarten up, dummy and break bread

[chorus] x2

- moses rockwell

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