Purexed - P.o.s.
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I'm trying not to slip been trying not to lose footing Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks but when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like fuck your skin nobody needs it there's bones, muscle, and blood What's realer than fat and tendons? It's raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it so far flesh ain't the truest at all lets rip into it Were all sick of them missed shots passed over like the last man picked no team so pissed off that's not honesty that's just soft curves, got your world flipped got you makin' mixtapes for girls and that's the skin again lets blame the skin again stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments and I didn't shave today I prolly wont tomorrow and its safe to say I'm never gonna shed this extra (yeah) Chorus: So fuck it, back to the wall crush it, laugh at em all hush let em try to find the beauty in your face (yeah) something more than a song they hatin'? Aw, come on dust let em try to find the beauty in the bassline aw, but then them words don't change we don't sing with what will fade away yeah, we do our own damn thing we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all) Aw, but then them words don't change we don't sing with what will fade away yeah, we do our own damn thing we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all) Verse 2 in us we trust no rush for bucks no sweat just enough them words from love no hits I let the track stand like how it was written is how it hit me or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies a rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever they kick that gingivitis them rappers got the itis catch me bumpin' Isis in a crisis instead of watchin ya'll count and lead sheep at the same time whats the science of that? I know that () is sweet but where the movement is at? We in that coma capital spotless home team with hands steadily purexed but never quite clean bloody as hell, rarely will I care (for that) Chorus x2 Fuck it, back to the wall crush it, laugh at em all hush let em try to find the beauty in your face (yeah) something more than a song they hatin'? Aw, come on dust let em try to find the beauty in the bassline aw, but then them words don't change we don't sing with what will fade away yeah, we do our own damn thing we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)
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