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beyond the tree line (bonus) - saint sleep lyrics

beyond the tree line (bonus) lyrics
[mavo]
pen bringing true crime to the blue line
blue crush, two lines, when it coming two times
crew shine like two dimes, spit it too fine
from the vine know ya heard it all the time, write a basquiat
they tryna be the next on top ya not
she top it off while she f*ck around and talk a lot
like pass the rock, the kid spit out the pot
last of us blasting off so nasty they cap it in, cappin’ off
can’t map this sh*t relax put the stack in mattresses
yall actresses in masks made a glass getting smashed to bits
f*ckеd around and went and mastered this
and i еven f*cking asked for it, word: catalyst
thinking fast might die and come back like lazarus
with a tab a cid, jet lag but i’m taking drag still
zig zag in the jag gotta grab the wheel
think fast we ain’t tryna make a bad deal
new bag but it’s not full of advil
i move fast they can’t track where the raps k!ll
k!llswitch left on and it’s at will
full blast till ya f*cking whole back tilt
motherf*cker

[saint sleep]
can’t seem to get this, bones for my breakfast
chew for the essence, caught in investments
stare in the void and i love the fluorescence
off of the record i’m not in control of my choices
shadows inside of the corners
speed it up i’m going nowhere
strapped to the seat of this armchair
black wallpaper with them red stains
small town, imma run away
getting chained down by these dead weights
see the world change but the trees same
say they’ll all leave but they still stay
swear to god i dance when i’m not sane
in a ballroom made of red paint
made a big dent with my set fate
mouth really frothing often
think about the lodge and its offspring
stuck watching from the third person, rewritten version
see the birth of a wooden virgin so imperfect
love how she burning it’s working
walk with the fire it’s perfect
made my own grave and i’m turning
sleeping inside of a funeral pyre
[outro]
rub my face against this carpet
hexagons and dots a mark for living targets
the gum i like is back and on the bottom of your shoes
please just let me eat away this glue

- saint sleep lyrics

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