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Hahaha.

I’m up under the plug 

I put the stuff under the rug and then I gave my love a hug 

Cause I knew I would never see the best of him

I wonder what would happen if the glove fit; 

Perhaps the earth would suddenly turn perfect 

And the dirt out back where dirt is

I got the rumble of the subway under my feet 

I got the children or the whole world under my teet 

I got a number in my notebook that I’m trying to meet 

I’m stuck on repeat, cause I eat the teeth of the week 

My knot’s ruthless; 

I showed you rubies but I didn’t mean to do this 

So don’t approach if you don’t wear those broaches, 

I used to live with roaches, 

And now I got teams of the people looking for me 

Asking where the coach is

Not a purse

I put a problem in reverse and 

Made his humor even worse 

Heard a rumor he divorced 

But didn’t hear you heard it first from me, 

I made a gallery of secrets, 

But subliminally leaked it 

I don’t own not a one Prada 

I got a lot of problems, 

But I ain’t get a therapist to talk about em 

Bout to put a rock inside a fountain and then light it up 

I write it up and hide a book inside of dem

I'm in the center of a circle of snakes; 

The only mistake I seem to make 

Is being sacred 

They

Tried me set me up with butter faces and balloons l 

But paid attention to the tunes 

That I was writing dude since citing Blu 

I had to spend a night or two inside of you 

True or false. 

False. 

Where the fuck’s the motherfucking sauce? 

I want some pasta; 

I’m on another lost cause 

Probably finna boss, 

Cause I been on one 

Bout to shop at Ross 

I’m on the west coast 

Where the fuck’s my French toast 

Ordered up a trauma 

One a billion off a crop duster, 

Conspiracy, 

You probably can’t hear this 

 You keep on getting near to me 

But I go ear to ear with them 

Jimmy crack corn 

And also 

Pornography 

Hahas again. 

Never forget 

I’m interested in the architecture. 

 It almost never what’s inside 

This morning I think I died, 

Just knowing I would sit in this line 

In mu own mind, 

Wasting my whole time 

Inside a notebook 

Feeling like I’m lying to myself, 

To say that I’ve been healthy, 

More like happier than ever; 

Which I’ve realized, isn’t even happy at all 

I’m in a fight over motorcycles for Christ sakes 

This just isn’t right ey, 

I can’t wait to Friday 

Cause I got a

Craving for Satan. 

I may forget my ibuprofen aspirin 

Every now and then 

But we were never friends, and it depends what kind of world your in on whether this will make a difference 

Or just begin another lesson, 

This is part of the regression, 

I was bound to get in a wreck 

Or in a fender bender 

At one point or another 

The dirty motherfucker cut me off 

And didn’t have his blinker on 

And wreaked of vodka 

Everytime he speaks to me 

Or he responds

He’s really on some other shit 

I think a fucking astronaut or something

Cause I was dreaming 

Or screaming for your consciousness 

I’m optionless and watching reruns of Oprah 

Stuck inside this opera house like hostages 

Cause I’m a fucking moron, 

Colin, 

Pull the plug 

I’m Jost a Scarlet 

Joe- Hanson, as Tom is.