IRIS
ORKKA
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Emotions in a folder Going through the motions Since I'm getting older I'll conjure up a potion Take the chip up off my shoulder If I'm losing my youth would you freeze me baby? Built a fort out of birthday cards to protect me from the wrath of age If I'm a youngin', life ain't that hard but this fort will turn into a cage If I lose my youth would you freeze me baby? This skin tight life just won't last I been feeling way too wise lately Gray's coming way too damn fast Now put the brakes on it Life flying off the dash Often crash and escape with broken hands Clock need a wrist wrap Blood drip from my wristwatch Pulse feeling that ticktock No time for that chitchat Last thing we should do is sit back And watch that powder go like an hourglass Get the last of that powder like sour patch, kid Is it illegal to have Biggest of egos cause alter is bruised Would offer it booze This nigga really just said "take a walk in my shoes" Nigga, I'm you What did you want me to do, call off my life just to coddle you? I'm feeling out of the loop, loop, loop Lonely is global, this oval is spinning I'm gon' be solo again and again till I cope with the feeling of having no friends Red solo cup to drown my enemies in, in, in Put up my defenses with humble intentions Too stubborn to listen Got rug burn from friction You're rubbing bitches the other way But I'll crumble to bits to whatever my lover say Convinced to submit even on a break This intermission is vague What are the odds my intuitions tripping? Missing significant steps Nonetheless thought we'd be lifted Larger than life, yet, we live it Chip on my iris See my pupils tinted Dilate from dialogue Even my eyeballs are timid Blink once for contention blink twice for contentment Blemishes singed in my images Been burning bridges my memories cinder My thoughts in a blender Lots of shit don't mix well And my heart would be tender Save that for a cocktail To trickle down my esophagus Wash away all my dinner and Simmer down on a little pot Other call it a shitter I got billions to talk And fill it up till it's brimming I need a sponge and a mop I put a pin in the ceiling So I get stuck at the top And the killing won't stop And the ticking won't stop
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