My posture's baffoon, feel like larva in womb
cob web cocoon, let's all drop dead in tune
aware. To beats, the dopest therapy. I hope you're here with me
this an older, rarer me. I focus terribly- trying to bring folks to clarity
it's ghost trip misery, all I see is pattern, ocean's scissoring
snake staff. Moses, stick with me
bubbles in hand, blowing epiphanies
coked up sick symphonies
air shit, lotta floaters rippling
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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