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ivory flowers, pt. 2 - dd caine lyrics

[intro]
where do we go from here? i don’t know
like, i have no clue where i am right now
it almost feels like, like i’m in outer sp*ce
i haven’t reached this level of dissociation before
it’s like i’m out of my body, but i’m staring at my body
i’m watching it move but i’m not here
i want to go back but i really don’t
eh, i guess a break from earth would do me some good
it’s kind of trash here anyways

[chorus]
bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
losing all my pride, pray to god they don’t notice
pain in my eyes, when i’m fried, i’m a locust
take hit, and stride, scr*pe the lines ‘til i’m croakin’
bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
losing all my pride, pray to god they don’t notice
pain in my eyes, when i’m fried, i’m a locust
take hit, and stride, scr*pe the lines ‘til i’m croakin’

[verse]
it’s january, haven’t slept since the 28th of november
i lay awake and debate if today’s the day i dismember
i got a void in my chest, i can’t feel a thang, i remember
the days before i was “caine”, and that pain’s engraved and my head hurts
ouch! my last girl said i was too much baggage
since the blitz from right before her, can’t really shame her absence
‘cause when you stay to your reflection; pain and madness
you can call it all, and know what’s bound to happen ‘fore it happens
i’m stubborn, with every one i loved, i clutched to with blood ain’t give me
a sense of hope, and affection, they left, my lungs are chimneys
but they had never did me right, still how they up and leave?
hate how they look down at me, and don’t understand my grief
way i grew up, it was toxic: boy, i love static
get ‘em hot, and then i throw up matches
gun packing, drug dealer, drug addict
foaming out the mouth fore i was old enough for learners permits
burned the circuits for my brain, maintained my shame to flourish purpose
[outro]
crushed the 512 on all these white circles
i ain’t mix the sprite, mi vaso got no line of purple
two straps on the floor, like a lying urkel
carl winslow on my back, trying to find thermal
tears slide down my eye as i watch the sun set
break me a pound, got a dutch that’s full of the sunset
blow out the kush, crack a smile, though we ain’t won yet
too many trials, we done ran through, and we ain’t done yet

- dd caine lyrics

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