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lirik lagu too birds - dream sequence

[hook: realname]
i’m on a roll
the myth of sisyphus
with a pummelling boulder
i’m getting older
i should get a better job but i got a catapult to load up
and f-ck with the world with
cause i’m never over
i wake up in a coma
i juggle it all till i’m f-cking it all up
i cannot control it

[v1: teether]
f-ck you mean lighten up?
they hostile
and i can’t even leave the house without lighting up
the sh-t i’ve seen could cut holes in fences
and i’m left drenched, from smashing my skull into a desk
walk with me, sowing seeds, drained of everything
took what i need, now i leave behind scattered sheets of paper
and most these fools are leeches
regurgitating teachings on their humble pie
wonder why you’re leaving sh-t for later
thank god for that saviour
’cause i could never save myself
every d-mn song another cry for help
oh well, i guess i’ll take the l this time
but know i’m leaving here with a sense of purpose
imperfections such a curse
but what you certain about?
a couple flowers on the grave
plenty dust and no tear stains
everything remains the d-mn same
you a d-mn shame

[v2: realname]
i slip in and out of it
chasing the end of the alphabet never get why
trust me i tried
skimming the outer stretches till i open my eyes
frozen in time, deep under the boulders in ice
shoulders turn i’m so cold it burns
i don’t get no calls returned
i already sold them sh-t twice
using tricks so old i get five percent off when i owe them the price
so indecisive from -sshole to the nice kid
when the moment expires, i
tally up all the smiles, it’s so many lies
‘till i’m overly mild
and i’m over deciding
roll with the tide
hope it’s the right choice body
wind up in suspension, souls tied up in intentions
choke on a typhoid rotten like crust on the benches
all the while, heads in a wormhole taking notes on the alternate dimensions
when i come to my senses it’s too late for decisions
stuck on the fences for all of my life, oh
alone on a tightrope
phoning it in, hoping the line holds
i’ve been told when the lights go it’s all against all, so i might ghost
and let all of you pressure putting p-ssy footing pr-cks
figure it out while i fly close to the sun, fishing for sliced throats
i’ll get old and i’ll die an all for what?
i just followed the lines and swallowed my pride
and died hollow inside
i’m solemnly tired
giving an ounce of myself to every nine hours
slip in and out of it chasing the end of the alphabet
but i never get why
but why else
i’m on a roll

[outro: teether]
f-ck it, i’m gonna roll up
to expel the missing images
developing extra senses extending sentences
still no mentions
now it’s renting fences to smoke inside
hotbox just to hide in it
i’ve been on my inside sh-t
plenty of petty f-cking problems here
and i cannot resolve em

- lirik lagu too birds

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