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peanut butter - ousama + khalid lyrics

sit by on a nice bench and watch the dock dry
still looking for the fidget cube sorry chris
i gave it to a chick for a minute and lost it
its been a while since i got my ass kicked in a mosh pit
been a while since i went hard on hard drugs
been a while since i practised picking a lock
been a while but there still a while to go
right now its all about breaking the cage they got us boxed in
getting old
na
getting older its a messy life
learning every lesson twice
turning leaves over mulling over whether i said it right
thе ifs and b*tts the drinks and puffs
the list of plans, the gift of lovе
the twisted hand with a distant touch
if only you insisted…
stop grieving alone too restrictive
free your mind and heed the whispers
the demons right beside waiting for you to slip
your a sneaky devil yourself, give him the slip
and if they catch you, have faith and plead the fifth
if sometimes it feels like held your together with duct tape and equal bits
of luck and hope
have a little listen to your inner child
they’re somewhere inside finding all this funny
whether we live or die
you’ve got some time to seal some honey
feed a bunny
peak in paris
learn a language
speak the sweetest words to whom you marry
write a book or swim in clay
paint the best you can or scale a cliff
raise a child and make em gifts
take a hand and raise them high, maybe…
maybe leave this place
a little better than before you came
tore a page or turned a leaf
corporate pay rotating feats
sacrificing poorer smiles to make a change and break the banks
in fact i never meant to hate the rich
i can’t relate, i’ll take the hint
the ego large but mainly fit
the deeper heart relaying words i never heard or thought exist
from the soul i speak in trust
keep it up you seem to duck
be the part
peel the bark to feed the spark
cos when i raise a little angel
i want to say
i had the heart to leave a mark
dropped that that 1995 song and now i’m living in 2095 gone
the flights off
skunkworking tonight’s bomb
i’m positive this rocketship is off to lift my consciousness
denouncing every god with this
pr*nouncing every consequence
arousing all your confidence
i’m riling up this oculus with every noun and consonant
there’s nothing more accomplished than the gift you wrap in oxalis
but still i’m staying cognisant
cos part of man just love to live necropolis
the skunkwork album made it from our hearts give a f*ck about the outcome
drown out my sorrows in marlboro and houmous
ayahuasca the compass from tiled walls in holland to mans chores in sodom
i implore you stand tall and offer what demands call the imams hover
be above
spread your wings
and spread at least a peanut b*tter sandwich for your mommas collar

- ousama khalid lyrics

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