Always worried but never passive
Live my life on the curb, look twice never heard of happiness
Lust for life in madness
And laugh in the face of fear
I'm blasted skinny bastard she blackout
Moving traffic
Metronome ticks fidget 6 spaces
I count 6 divine places for metal cases to leave this place
Practice patience
I pay cents for dialogue to make sense
They don't understand us
I could never plan this
A buck-fifty in the mentions I got my bands up
And I'm screaming f*ck 12 with my hands up
Well I guess I manned up
And I can never plan, f*ck
I can never plan
F*ck!
Blood splatter coffee table nose running
Presidential circle she got the bills rolled
Racist f*cks lucked up and caught a contact
Paid my tithes last week, where my seven-fold?
God or man pocket, pocket the billfold
In the booth confession this is my repentance
Self penance learn the lesson I feel commended
Sell my soul the day I signed where a label mentions
Black youth culture
God we need your pension
We're losing profits for a stolen necklace f*ck
F*ck
Joseph Prowess - LurkLude Lyrics
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Always worried but never passive
Live my life on the curb, look twice never heard of happiness
Lust for life in madness
And laugh in the face of fear
I'm blasted skinny bastard she blackout
Moving traffic
Metronome ticks fidget 6 spaces
I count 6 divine places for metal cases to leave this place
Practice patience
I pay cents for dialogue to make sense
They don't understand us
I could never plan this
A buck-fifty in the mentions I got my bands up
And I'm screaming f*ck 12 with my hands up
Well I guess I manned up
And I can never plan, f*ck
I can never plan
F*ck!
Blood splatter coffee table nose running
Presidential circle she got the bills rolled
Racist f*cks lucked up and caught a contact
Paid my tithes last week, where my seven-fold?
God or man pocket, pocket the billfold
In the booth confession this is my repentance
Self penance learn the lesson I feel commended
Sell my soul the day I signed where a label mentions
Black youth culture
God we need your pension
We're losing profits for a stolen necklace f*ck
F*ck
Live my life on the curb, look twice never heard of happiness
Lust for life in madness
And laugh in the face of fear
I'm blasted skinny bastard she blackout
Moving traffic
Metronome ticks fidget 6 spaces
I count 6 divine places for metal cases to leave this place
Practice patience
I pay cents for dialogue to make sense
They don't understand us
I could never plan this
A buck-fifty in the mentions I got my bands up
And I'm screaming f*ck 12 with my hands up
Well I guess I manned up
And I can never plan, f*ck
I can never plan
F*ck!
Blood splatter coffee table nose running
Presidential circle she got the bills rolled
Racist f*cks lucked up and caught a contact
Paid my tithes last week, where my seven-fold?
God or man pocket, pocket the billfold
In the booth confession this is my repentance
Self penance learn the lesson I feel commended
Sell my soul the day I signed where a label mentions
Black youth culture
God we need your pension
We're losing profits for a stolen necklace f*ck
F*ck
Writer: Josiah Monroe
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