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wilson hunter - Fluid Lyrics



wilson hunter - Fluid Lyrics
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Tryna be therapeutic
Mom muted my music, suited up for war
Morning sound polluted with snores
Chores were stupid, told follow that rubric
Can't be like my brother a secluded human
My knees sore with bruises
Cold blood runs slow now, can't speak fluent
My mental is ruined, cut the tops off the tulips
I cant move a single unit, shoot the cupid, fuel rooted deep it's putrid
Can't ever feel included, sleep loosened but every other attempt is useless
Summers humid, poorly executed movements
Think i'm stupid but I told y'all I knew it
The pains in my mind are cruel and lucid
My body boutta blow like I drank lighter fluid
They just it want back again
It just makes the pen heavier
Hold my fame hoe
I guess i'm the one to blame though
Missed the neck, hit below the chain bro yeah
Mom check the romaine, cause there's counterfeiting and ecoli at steak
We all have an expiration date, outbreak hasn't reached us yet
Its never too late, where I bleached my head
No figure of speech let the music do the rest
Let the music do the rest
I said
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Tryna be therapeutic
Mom muted my music, suited up for war
Morning sound polluted with snores
Chores were stupid, told follow that rubric
Can't be like my brother a secluded human
My knees sore with bruises
Cold blood runs slow now, can't speak fluent
My mental is ruined, cut the tops off the tulips
I cant move a single unit, shoot the cupid, fuel rooted deep it's putrid
Can't ever feel included, sleep loosened but every other attempt is useless
Summers humid, poorly executed movements
Think i'm stupid but I told y'all I knew it
The pains in my mind are cruel and lucid
My body boutta blow like I drank lighter fluid
They just it want back again
It just makes the pen heavier
Hold my fame hoe
I guess i'm the one to blame though
Missed the neck, hit below the chain bro yeah
Mom check the romaine, cause there's counterfeiting and ecoli at steak
We all have an expiration date, outbreak hasn't reached us yet
Its never too late, where I bleached my head
No figure of speech let the music do the rest
Let the music do the rest
I said
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Writer: Wilson Hunter
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