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dead it - javelin lyrics

[verse 1]
few things from the jump, wasn’t raised as a chump just ail from the tall tales, hair*raising, scared, making up ways to escape from the fake things that i’m made to be afraid of..
paint thinner in my liver, brain matter scattered, what’s the matter kid?, what’s the*what’s the matter kid?..
brain matter scattered, what’s the matter kid?, what’s the*what’s the matter kid?..
what’s the matter kid?..
along with the fear i got a tendency to disappear & ghost*& ghost..
i don’t really know if i’m attempting to be dismissive or if it’s just a side effect of always tripping over b*tches, i hide above the ceiling watching over you, higher than a million miles through the sky, i decided that i would get over you but what’s the matter kid?, dad went off & did his thing?, that’s the kind of sh*t that often comes into your brain?!..

[hook]
dead it, past is the past, don’t sweat it..
future is the future, it’s the present, never forget it..
dead it, past is the past, don’t sweat it..
future is the future, it’s the present, never forget it..

[verse 2]
tick on the mantle, time quickly flies, man you’ll miss it if indifferent to the manual of life, like i need a guide, like i need a mother f*cker telling me i won’t survive if i try to be going against the grain, soaking the kids in flames from the flametongue it drains fake ones, absorb talent like a monstar til i’m hopped up on hot bars, who’s the hot artist with all these chops?, y’all would prolly stop me?, not likely, k!ll me in a dream better wake up apologizing..
look nothing’s ever been easy for me, don’t be a creep & ask me if i need sleep, what do i look flushed or in a rush?, it’s cuz my thoughts gush so much that i look like dust in the shape of a h0m*sapien, no way of breaking him, he is way too baked & he’s seeing all these things with no faces..
yeah it’s a thin veil but it works, no fail, inhale leaf & exhale relieved that i can breathe easy, retreat from the thinking, 3 weeks in a tank in las vegas made k think of the things he was giving away..
maybe not as vain as the forefather, god rest him, god bless him..
maybe not as vain as the forefather, god rest him, god bless him..

- javelin lyrics

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