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matchbox - jamal akasha lyrics

no one knows what i’m doing
you guys are wanting to succeed in this life
i’m trying to be something whenever i die
i’m out of my mind, literally no need to caricaturize
because my eyes cannot even bear this place as if i’m blind
attempted contented resented lessons that were spread relentless
to wretched endless that were neglected from having no sense of direction
elected to be the one that sits on top of the throne
no question escalates and it sends over your dome
its complimentary to a drone
i’m accessing parts of my brain i wasn’t supposed to be shown
so now i should have shown my situation forlorn
the sh-tty part is i like living under the storm
brain to the reticulum
probably gonna come up and f-cking sin again
then i gotta get em and hit em with the very minimum
injection of the venom again and it’s definitely imitating insulin, how insolent
then i gotta get em and probably set him up down below
down below, i’m a go and meet him down below
feeling to the corridor, seeking him when he realizes i am the devil
also, i am all pro
i’m a get a .4, tie up all fours and see him inside of a cinema
have a seat, recite some syllables here in this interval
call up james holmes then let the rest unfold
is that bold for me to say? too bold for me to say
the first part of this verse was me trying to imitate
the rhymes that i constantly want to be leaving my ways
i’m coming up of this horrible place with trees glued to my face
i agreed with my fate
agreed, is my fate the state in which the i lay
resembles a skeleton it’s the devilish kid
with angels telling me that evidently my soul is heavenly
needs to be swept to the sky, to the sky
i’ve already been there all night, so it’s got me feeling right
stay close to the streets like a sign, and i always searched for a sign
but i figured out that you never look for it
you draw the sign, kind of like whenever you multiply
make it yourself, all you got is yourself to make up and get up right out of this h-ll
or whatever it is you see because perception is just about everything
you make or break it
i’m trying to draw with no trace, and my drawers half way down
and i’m pacing tell satan i’m the one that he’s actually waiting on

- jamal akasha lyrics

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