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crows - remo p.m. lyrics

[verse 1]
your budget’s short a few wedding cakes
fiends dying for a taste
it’s like a diet cuz their shedding wait
alabaster used to medicate
i always split the scene like an edit made
the objects in the room start to levitate
hesitate to speak without a word
without a subject or a predicate
the fixtures are a mixture of pain
like they’ve seen better days
my rhymes are pictures of what i’ve seen
in impressive paint
impressionist ‘scapes you need to excavate
sick of living on a peasant’s wage
getting tempted into traffic’s way
but turned it down like an acrid plague
in the final scene you can catch a fade
libertine gift of gab get verbally stabbed
if you get in between
mastering are archaic arts
these words are byzantine
i work to witness dreams
you herbs aren’t fit to lead
philistines

[chorus]
this the repeat relapse
maple street to nord ave
like tree sap
sh-t was f-cking hard
need knee pads
this the f-cking soil
where i bleed at

[verse 2]
better be warming up to run fast
best be bosom buddies with forrest gump
and flash, go get hoodlum gully
morphine and a flask
pouring green in a gl-ss
that’s absinthe
this is high cl-ss
that’s why your absent
put your mixtape in a trash-bin
chewing up tablets of aspirin
used to be a lab rat
but the habits are slacking
new habitat, tall gr-ss with the asp in
to the hash i resort like aspen
this record will get mad spins
these are the fruits of a p-ssion
given them reason notice me
so i can cop some groceries
it’s a cold season, can’t afford no frozen feet
take her to the house and kiss her out the hosiery
ocean deep, piano low key, soprano vocal leads
table topped with loads of weed
they say it’s got high potency
she lies on top sheet, no clothes to see
friends would hit sh-t until their nose would bleed
weekend in october heat
had to leave the scene totally
heard tall tales of the supposedly
taller than sequoia trees
dope fiends on the local streets
dressed up nice from toes to t–th
looking like a photo, cheese
and the rainfall leaves the ground all soaked and bleak

[chorus]
this the repeat relapse
maple street to nord ave
like tree sap
sh-t was f-cking hard
need knee pads
this the f-cking soil
where i bleed at

- remo p m lyrics

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