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isosceles - j.plantana lyrics

[hook]
yeah
a little uneven, isosceles
i still collect commas and apostrophes
i’m honestly the cleanest and the baddest
never see anyone above this prodigy
no apology, ’cuz i don’t have philosophy
pricy like prada, but mentally i’m wobbly
my insight is comedy, uh
i know i can be sane, but it’s right beyond the fingertips
[verse 1]
but the ring it fits, so i keep it on
i need the gold, wrist, wrist to go with the bronze
i’m already blonde, but it feels fake
it’s gettin old, man, sh*t, i dunno what’s wrong
i don’t know the cause, i need the applause
or else i’ll tighten my grip ovеr my straw
it’s the last one in the cup, so lеt’s brawl
or we’ll call it all a draw, uh

let’s fight it out responsibly
camel back can break, i cut plastic constantly
i’ll never be normal, but the end is never comparable to money fame and power
my ropes will lead to my ivory tower, yeah
long hair with no scissors, i’m boutta pull some reverse repunzal sh*t, yeah
i’ll isolate for eternity

[hook]
a little uneven, isosceles
i still collect commas and apostrophes (i do)
i’m honestly the cleanest and the baddest (uh*huh)
never see anyone above this prodigy (no way)
no apology, ‘cuz i don’t have philosophy
pricy like prada, but mentally i’m wobbly (yeah)
my insight is comedy, uh
i know i can be sane, but it’s right beyond the fingertips
[verse 2]
right now, i’m singin’ in the shower, growin’ flowers in the meantime
i might plant some ideas in the prince’s mind before cutting ties
i might pull a grimes, just to get the money in little time
i might make a shrine, dedicate it to the rhymes
when i get past the holiday, hot h*ll like july

i know you all wonder why (why)
why i’m k!llin’ the vibes, and leavin’ no mercy
but i’m tellin, you, baby, i deny
that i’m spinnin’ my mind for some big ass purpose (yeah)
it’d be so worthless
no grand plan, no pros with the purchase (uh*huh)
blue pills and the help is a perk, but i miss your nails when they scratch at the surface (i do)

it’s better than my therapist
always send chills, like ice in a furnace (uh*huh)
mix coals with it, experiment (what?)
excited but you latch onto nervousness (why?)
i can see your heavy mind am i clearing it?
or is your brain just mine, my dearest? (okay)
do i fantasize to keep up with appearances?
i got a problem but your love might cure it (oh, lord)

i escape to distract from the truth
clean my corners they shine, the purest
you got a curet, it’s gold when you curate
a better brain for me, but who am i kidding
if you weren’t so cold, i wouldn’t be here
our bodies are art, but i am the grime in the gallery, no one bidding
it’s god with a needle, f*ckin’ up the knitting
[hook]
a little uneven, isosceles (yeah)
i still collect commas and apostrophes (i do)
i’m honestly the cleanest and the baddest (uh)
never see anyone above this prodigy (no way)
no apology, ‘cuz i don’t have philosophy
pricy like prada, but mentally i’m wobbly (i am)
my insight is comedy, uh
i know i can be sane, but it’s right beyond the fingertips

- j plantana lyrics

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