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2002 - softheart / truett lyrics

“and the fact that the smaller clouds were all the same size, lent the performance an eerie air, as if nature herself were suddenly to become the tool of some unseen organizing agency. as the clouds re-coalesced, they seemed to grow even darker and more opaque. as they all became one, that cloud seemed suddenly to begin to swirl inward like a tornado or a waterspout, but even as the thought formed, i heard a high-pitched, ululating whine come drifting over the jungle tree tops, obviously from the direction of the thing i was watching. i turned to gave one glance at the river house seventy feet behind me and up the steep hill, i was gauging whether i had time to run”

(verse)
ridin throught the forest on a six speed
villian like a f-ckin demagorgan
let my wrists bleed
every night i lose sleep
cup of shroom tea with the loose leaf
rollin up i kick it like im bruce lee i
roll in the dark coal till my hands hot
just a young donnie darko when he stare off
wove in the barcodes of the sandbox
probed just a lost soul he could stand not
b-tch youll never do it like me you are not
t r u e double t stop
its the wicker man burning all the motherf-ckin crop
just another drug flowing through the veins of a god
ichorus ichorus
blood run as dark as the liquor is hama gon clot
p-ssy motherf-cker think they soundcloud popping your follow count piled up but its all bought

(chorus)
everybody wanna play dumb when you bring me up
i cop a raw then i break weed up
they dont show me sh-t but i still show love
hypebeasts hold on my d-ck like a crutch
i dont wanna follow your stupid -ss trends i still lie low
i ain’t got a single friend b-tch im all hollow all alone in the back where i call my home

(verse 2)
still at the top of the pinnacle money the only thing these b-tches in it for i see it all but i never talk i just hold the words in like a centerfold
i’m on the spine like, two quarter pipes my height you could never grow
pushed me aside like all my life, that youll never know
i turned my high to a pedistal
all i do is perch smokin purp by the birch hit the terps till it hurts
in a herse no rehe-rs-
you be spittin harder than a bad b-tch burps if i ever gave your sh-tty raps a second thats a first
you a zero
can you even spell that
kush on some yelnats you can still smell that
yeah i can’t help that
all my life held back
in the outback running just an outcast b-tch you never felt that
(chorus)

- softheart truett lyrics

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