Dark Room

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There’s a shadow on my window
So what
Mommy come here I’m getting strangled by my pillow
A grasp too tight like a shell to an armadillo
It’s weird tho
During the day I’m acting calmly and not for sure like a weirdo
Maybe it’s because I got stories to spill out
And the fact that I ain’t got nobody, it’s not helping me out
Thoughts are drowning in my sorrow they’re getting wolfed down
I’m staring at the moon as I turn into a Lycanthrope
Something’s got a hold on me, some sort of a rope
Wait, quick, I’m melting pick me up with a scope
Catapult me in the space and I don’t fit in this world
I look happy out there, here watch me with a telescope
I could be now your guide, something like Virgo
I told myself I wanted to commit suicide
As soon as I’m up there, no concept of you and I
No concept of nobody
I’m mad as a March hare
As soon as we get on Mars, my hair willl start to flare up
Like your ass when you catch cholera
You can’t hold it it’s about to erupt
You still baffled, you can’t find the point
I don’t either when you pull out those joints
I’d rather listen to something gory
Like broken knee joints
I dismember your conscience, I disjoint it
I’m standing in my dark room
Do not open the door till the next morning
In the forest there’s a mushroom
Let it grow cause the moon is taking care of it
Lately I've realized that I’ll be better off alone
Cause people change their minds like I’m changing my colognes
It seems being the Bachelor with all this touch and go
Then you end up being rejected my name’s not Li Angelo
Don’t knock my hustle, don’t knock my hustle
I don’t like my shit either, don’t get in a tussle
It’s hard for me to do things all at once yo
Sure, you were thinking of me like I’m Russel
If it was for me I’d get that visa on my passport
I would be heading straight to the land of the casserole
Although I’m torn
That society sucks bro
Sometimes they ask me if I’ll leave and my answer is NO
But how could I hone a language that is not of my fucking own
If all I do is standing here expecting me to blow
Damn I hate my flow, I hate my flow, I hate flow
I wish I had a talent rooted in my bones
I’m standing in my dark room
Do not open the door till the next morning
In the forest there’s a mushroom
Let it grow cause the moon is taking care of it

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