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LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS
Join Date: Aug 2014
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"A Trip Of A Lifetime Feat. Numbskull" (2003)
Idol Eyes Fry acid, lifted, twisted in the bat of eyelashes. Mind puddles, mind struggles, the sky crashes. The knife gashes, plunder it in, wonder what's in. Twitching, itching, what's crawling under my skin. Comfort is slim, demons creeping up behind me. Any horrible dreams scheming up, my mind sees. Find these strange thoughts, brain lost in insane plots. Padded cell, trapped in hell, never to be the same off. NumbSKULL I'm trippin, illusions and shit plus it's proven to get Me high, losin' a grip on reality but choosin to trip On the most basic colors, I see jus faces smothered Awake another person, crowded the place is cluttered It feels strange but I like it, I'm not in pain or a crisis Before it was anger, something in my vains or I'm violent Jus a drop here, a drop there. I'm off on a planet With a stop here, a stop there. Hope all understand it Idol Eyes: Enjoying the high, rolling it right, start strolling a kite. Till the string broke, I float at uncontrollable heights. Skull is right next to me, melting, caught a case leprosy. Paranoid, bout to tear my boy, he preying the death of me. NumbSKULL: My eyes are idle, starring off in the sky's revival I despise the title an addict, what I am deprived is vital So I'm taking a trip out of pain and awaken in bliss Nothing else matters... nothing is more sacred than this NumbSkull: As I look around someone is hawkin me, nervously.. Stalkin' me herbishly, but a voice in talk it speaks verbally Maybe it's the voice in my mind, stoney in brains.. High of a boy can decline, if fragments only remain Idol Eyes: Wilding out, riled in doubts, what’s he smiling about. Skull keeps pacing, waiting to kill while I scout In the curtains, for certain hes gonna chop us up. In 1st person, shit worsens, me, myself and I talk it up.
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