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letra de highburnation - the crooked select

[hook: school of thought]
on tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412

[verse 1: young toro]
hibernation this sedative sets in nicely
i’m plottin parts and sparkin sh-t my thoughts become shistey
back out and the public is so putrid
they need to lighten up or just listen to better music
i’m a mutant
i get it
i get it
i’m a banter spittin dancer hittin cancer sticks with lantern wicks
them cowboy k!llers be my sh-t
i spit these bars right from my wits
my dome produce the flow that go cold as vanilla cones

[hook: school of thought]
on tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412
we on tap

[verse 2: school of thought]
highburnation
my physce becomes frightening
agora friction
lost a bic so i’m lighting up with lightning
back out in the public is so kitschy
they need to lighten up
or quit wishing for better wishes
i’m a savage
i get it… i get it
i’m camel ditchin’ pack of feral
hitchin’ up solicitous rhythms
with my old ways of complicit cynics
deliberate the phalanx to fit pantomimes
wit visions of the visceral
and these flows as cold as vanilla cones
iann3lli, school of thought, tully/fisher on the track
on tap

[hook: school of thought]
on tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412

- the crooked select

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