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Y'all tryna' tell what an amphibious assault suppose to look like, stupid Tagging team-up of Peanuts crashing I can't lose, few racing keepers go Substituting my goals so I'm leaving easy my coach don't play Passive if it's my boat crew, float moves a vessel broke Doze away if cap in, don't shoot, breach a deck all proofing a Tub is bruising, too old; you go hem his way so it pokes through my Poems overboard wasn't clipped for sea therefore' they blown too Notebook overlord a draft is gripped for breathing I'd Beat this mission if I told you - I'd be dismissive for Written motorsport competition, trips ain't boosted most anyways Listens ain't indicative of making pencils a go-to With I don't think pity pays a Lain for grinning; prone to press Button so book to let me save before I have to go soon Goat moves, you keeping up I'm prone to, Losing shit, I'd hate for any other motive to close in, be Close to my home in picture, poster my dome and liver Foes be my only niggas if chosen to roast my gift but my Toes are moulded in now so beg I venture out, keep endeavours Left as a folded bookmark and in semi-doubt, when it sprout is Time we let it out, might be never; nest a fountain, of these Years I be counting, counting, counting Here, shit never loud cos' in my years, I be doubting Doubting, doubting Fear I have my doubts all stacked, Towering over Santiago, power to all my hands in largo Point my sisters far from coward passion; never keeping that Bar low, Marlow holdin' onto the fact my boat and car slow What's popping like a tyre is when the folded years are far gone What's poppin' like that Harlow Willard grown, when the golden years is far from home with Peers I'm done counting, counting counting Steer the leverage proud cos' I sustain dependant doubting Doubting, doubting Raid the tomb, not sure who to Cater to, save my tooth, keep the paste in due and my faith for truth Flew the cuckoo bird, words looted only do so much to chirp for Food, but not your fucking waiter - feel obliged to give service to Fed to be regretful shows I furnace all that - burning true Shit, too pissed when you hand a fucking Snickers bar Take the piss, clapping further kept in tucked, still sick of bars Sick of friends by now but I need em', feel I'm losing them when I'm So caught up in counting, counting, counting All the golden years are far alone with Peers I'm done counting, counting, counting Tears go flood my house cos I done stay dependant Counting every Second when I'm bleeding from my neck and dehydrated Independent, wish I'm playing plus a pen I kept neglecting, you ain't Praying for my death wish, you already knew where I was headed Suffer these fields, with said they burning me May for birth, forreal inept we gon' let courtesy I don't need you spilling teardrops through my telephone Yes, in complete bouncing off the walls - infatuated