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c r z y - yd yukki lyrics

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[intro]
ayyyyyyy
ayyy
ayyyyyyy
ayyy, alright, here we go

[verse]
i put the past masters on blast
i ain’t friendly like casper
still i don’t ghost n0body
got the answers to your questions
i’m progressin’
i ain’t flaky, got a good head on my shoulders
tossin’ boulders but i’m more like david fightin’ leviathan corporations
they remind me of goliath in the days far gone
akin to neighbors orderin’ from prime again
the new scripture
this sh*t ain’t primal, new tincture
extracted, conjured from our minds
from facts we pondered over time
powerful perspective align
wе don’t got the freedom to rewind
yeah, collеctives are made
and expect conducts for behavin’
erect constructs for your praisin’
object to the fact that we’re slaves
in my life i promise that i’ll work to fill the details of this silhouette
and hopefully my grandkids will sleep gently with their pillowpets
[bridge]
i can’t tell tell (i can’t tell)
why you’re holding (why you’re holding)
on to this still (on to this still)

[verse]
keep your mouth closed
save me the pleasantry
your benchmark ain’t a fence to me
i’m a king to your peasantry
j*panese wasp to your bumblebee
your knees lock while i’m runnin’ free
you ship docked while i’m overseas
and that’s just how it’s ‘sposed to be
left wondering if being special’s the same thing as being crazy (ahh!)
i’m wakin’ up with spiders comin’ through my mind and out my eyes
they don’t bite but they open they mouth it’s a bunch of lies
and the milky way’s a stream of satellites pouring swiftly through sp*ce
like a bead of sweat drippin’ down my face
there’s no place called time
i erase the whiteboard
i don’t get bored ever
yeah, they make sure of that
tryna distract from distractions so i make myself a hat
give it to alice
lift a cap off the arizona iced tea to find our tree growin’
smoke blowin’ in uzbekistan
tryna lend a hand to mother mary but end up with lavender breath
tryna stray from the metronome is death
but it’s the only choice i got
don’t wanna croak like my good friend jeremiah
but i’d rather choke on my own words then become a liar
sudexo up in my food so then they end up in my mental
now my only choice is to embrace or just to let go
[outro]
soft
gentile
ease into it

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