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fairy fountain - end of daaze lyrics

[verse 1]
drench myself in the fairy fountain
come back wit sprinkles, now dare ye count ’em
there he mounts’ em, past the pollution
he cherish bottled pain, drain the sorrow
chain tomorrow to the page, i can paint my destiny
ask to me what is my lane, an ass’s pain who still is great
rap for rain, i’m a foreign fahrvergnügnen wacky dude
pass the booze ‘fore it hit 6am
’cause the night is when i b*tch, complain
rich of mundane thoughts, then bring’ em to the lab
pose ’em on my pad, let my pen save you, sh*t, she a skag
that’s a double entendre
chillin’, rubbin’ on your momma
pills ‘n’ lovin’, now i got ’em
pin my brother on the model
pit for trouble, i’m a problem

[break]
uh, yeah, uh
*sniff*

[verse 2]
always thought i was made to be this great
but i still hate all of the ways that my mistakes
place me back and make me await for my full plate
even longer, but for my karma, i’ma rocket
you can’t stop me, my backpocket carries my profit
so if you wanna put an end to the brahma
you gotta kiss the bottom
but first, win the race to meet my face, and if you do
you’ll see why one of my nicknames is red rum
scripted fate, press 666, free destiny, escape the devil
your soul is worth more than fame, but mine’s only purpose is pain
and transform into wisdom
yes, i’m young, but hear me son
i’ve suffered plenty times my own treason
but always rose back from the concrete
[verse 3]
hit a l!ck on a chick like i never did
oh my sh*t, i just said i was virgin
but who cares, it don’t mean nothin’
losin’ it won’t get you money
social status ain’t the summit
to me it don’t matter, i run away from it
i know i’m a rapper, and the rep is important
but people like me for me, f*ck a image, i ain’t no painter
and rain will drain the picture, no matter the artist
an arsonist’s art is cathartic
pause, my martyr’s too problematic
i should stop causing static

[break]
tadadadadadadadadadadadadadada
dadadadadada, dada

[verse 4]
jump in like a kangaroo
my punches they can’t come through
the bludgeon, it handles you
on a budget i still mangle beats
my crutch is just: “man up please”
but my crush is called: “random feels”
appalled at the way i stand up here
resistant till the end of me
[outro]
i don’t know why this feel like this
this shi’s aigh, i feel like bliss

- end of daaze lyrics

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