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letra de clouds - too birds

[verse 1: realname]
i’ve chosen to boast, the anticdotal ghost
posing for photographs
in which i am just floating clothes in a frozen state
wait, the flash is on you’re not patting my back
so i atom bomb the moment to ash and smoke
you ain’t heard my name but you know my face
roaming my brain the vagabond zombie
the out of place mannequin short straw
in a stack of needles, broken record player
tapping heals in oz stomping on glenda’s grave
centre stage on apprentice wages a destined failure
no more tests to take
i come from a long line of chefs and tradies
with repressed behaviour making messes
guess i’m natures jester
yes i like to dress up but i’m never myself
because i’m always ahead of myself
so i only really ever remember myself
defending the end of myself

[prechorus: realname]
the stairway to h-ll’s paved
with intentions that quell pain
all my friendships have felt drained
since i’ve been getting dealt aces
pretending i’m still same
help the boy the self appointed g*nius
like alphalpha found a cult
the little rascals got a leader now to follow
now they eating out the crease in my fist
i’ll swallow my pride whenever my mouth
reaches my d-ck
follow my lies i apoligize if my route leads to a ditch
but this is how i’m teaching the kids, i’m leaving ‘em ish

[chorus: realname]
the cleverman was sent to neverland by daddy
and i’m still sad about me only, that’s why i’m lonely
the cleverman was sent to neverland by daddy
and i’m still sad about me only, i’m a f-cking phoney

[verse 2: teether]
i’ve flown over ocean and viewed the land from above it
serpentine lakes and roads between
f-cking high how the ceiling so far from me
many times i’ve paid the price so faithfully
still the pockets full but not the bank account
known to choke on broken dreams when it’s dark out
so the arms out, no known whereabouts
so d-mn faded i thought i could take $4000 out
f-ck, i duck and dip, weave past the fences
in the fist a clump of dried leaves for the henchmen
me and the homies spent leagues on the benches
so fortified inside, the words will bleed entrenchment
miss me at the lecture taking notes in the back seat
we creeping through your sector, blowing smoke down the back streets

- too birds

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