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So much for always being productive I know that nothings twice as seductive as that I put on my shoes and my suit My hazmat So I don't feel the- Ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha Ha ha ha ha Ha ha Ha ha (ha ha) I don't need classification On my way back from the pool I'm only using imagination I can pretend that it's cool Don't have the time or the patience Interim missing the studio Gratification in chicken broth Drink it to quick and I lose the flow Ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha Ha ha ha ha Ha ha Ha ha (ha ha) So much for always being productive I know that nothings twice as seductive as that I put on my shoes and my suit My hazmat So I don't feel the- I'm sick of the lying Sick of the fighting Sick of the acting concerned She call me a project Now it makes sense why I'm letting you do all the work She thinks we can blossom, tend to the garden while I might have ruined the dirt And I got no option other than taking a break from assuming the worst I feel like a God I feel like a idiot She was right there when it hit the fan Now that she's grown sick suck my own dick And I cut out the middleman But the way that she talks wild and she blow kiss make you feel like a kid again Til she seen the picture so she come and get you and she asking you who is your little friend I'm sick of the crying Sick of the writing Sick of the being confused We both know trauma We both been shut up and beat up and straight up abused I'm so sycophantic and all my obsessions, emotions and motives are sevenfold And I don't get why you would love me cuz I wouldn't touch me with with a ten foot pole