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letra de bef4 eye tr4√3l (the new news vers.) - third wheeler who

[plot]
this for you’s to views under your shoes!
when you choose to abuse the words you use
do turn into another ugly version and lose snooze
nerdy cab caboose deuce, and move through the loose
noose on moose, dr. seuss and knock a locker to your confused clues
cruising through to bruising, confusion an abusin
acting for a smacking, slacking on the relax
action, no not napping, jacking in a napkin in rehab
never got my weed pass, did i ever really need that?
when caught sniff air duster like hot dog mustard did i ever consider to feel bad
steal magic through see through glass and kneel to pass the wheel that lasts
the beetlе of travel in gravel is hinderеd and rendered
miscentered, so i’m finna
enter to the dog fo nos, tsirhc susej, our board and sinner
laying in the path of a car tire, just to break my legs, one sec, and i do this
stupidity hideous t… trivial fission this tibia
tall fire, small wire
we both hide in tires and ride bikes, like-

[climax]
yeah, i don’t even understand!
every single jan. when i walk across the land
switching up my unplanneds, swimming through the sand
and yet, i can’t even find a supply and demand, godd-mn…
the planet grounded me from my phone, so i smacked up the whole world
didn’t give a f-ck of difference: boy or girl
walked up to mother (sugar baby) nature, called her a prostitute wh0re
so when i’m alone on the back of the dome
roaming zones in rome, what do i call home?
hard not to see the colosseum, and the impact it had
realize everywhere, thing, and one, is a fashion trend
[“solution” i you can even really call it that]
yeah…
stalking on the talk a night away
walking to wisconsin, maybe hopping on a train
drive to iowa, or even climb to colorado
die in a fire or riding sights, night in a bottle
swimming the great lakes
biking in the flatlands, tumbleweeds, of the great plains
pain is plain as simple as a dimple, side of your face
know your place and race, escape to ¡hasta luego!, see your late

[extended lore]
third: there, you wanna say anything? you wanna add to the song?
talia: um… honestly, i think i’m ok, braden
third: (snowflake.)
kid on bus: yo, you freestyling back there?
third: uh… no, no, i’m like, recording a song and uh…
kid: yeah, i know
third: the o’driscolls don’t want… k, thank you for attending my ted talk
very good, and now that i have recorded a song, i know for a fact that i will not turn g-y, and i actually just sniffed like, f-cking expired rubbing alcohol, expired like… april 2007 and it sorta uh, smelled the same way as… uh… yeah, it smelled the same way as, like uh, computer duster, so i started like, sniffing that, and uh it sorta, sorta… leave the planet honestly. now to go get hit by a car later on in the day to leave the planet… well no no, just traveling! goddammit, i keep on f-cking messing it up…
and now for the grand finale: even though that poor little jimmy did not get hit by a car, the main basic idea of something crazy happening to him, the cops getting involved, and his parents getting called over did, however, happen. therefore, the prophecy of this track is now complete. and i can add an instrumental… which is made using nothing but this, uh, recorder here, and my dad’s old guitar

- third wheeler who

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