More or Less
Postell
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If L-I-F-E were the SAT exam I wouldn't test great CP Time - I'd probably show up to the test late My problems, I don't even tell to my best mates I hold all of my troubles up tight to my breast plate Feels like a dead weight pressed against me I'm convinced the only way to deal with it all eventually Is to 'not' - Repress it all 'til I explode from my self hate A douchebag with no breaks. Stuck in a Kanye West-state Call it Illinois. Like I get no realer joy Than to make you sick and aggravated - ill and annoyed Crash to Earth like an asshole asteroid Enough bad deeds to make the good ones null and void Stay addicted to these stress relievers Inhale all my anxieties while blown out sativa YES!...You're now rockin' with the Best Of the Worst. It's still a 'best' I guess More or Less Cross the line one too many times If it was yours now I know it's mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less Prost! To your foes that are itchin to roast you They push you to excellence so to them you should toast to Funny, the ones we love, who we should be the most close to Are the folks we treat the most cruel - In the world Like my girl, to whom I should be muhfuckin' grateful She a blast but in the past I've been less than faithful Everything good in my life, I think I'm thankful Fillin' up on contentment but can't seem to keep my muhfuckin' tank full Or my bank full - sure, I'm a triple threat But still a slave to debt like I got shackles 'round my ankles I want that old thing back...I'm talkin' bout my money Soon as I get new stacks, I spend 'em like a dummy Guess you could call me a work in progress A boxer with a mean right hook who's still got no left Duckin' and bobbin' and weavin' till I got no breath Fightin' to the death but still fresh More or Less Cross the line one too many times If it was yours now I know it's mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less You're your own worst enemy?! - Try being your own terrorist You got self esteem issues, says my psychotherapist I'm fucked up! And I'm aware that its Gonna take more than a couple hundred dollar sessions to take care of this I live with so much bitterness I feel no one would give a shit if I woke up slit my wrist Stress balled up in my chest, tight as fist Every jam I've made to bang in your car thus far is contradicting this But what's the point of mixin' up a song to make you yawn I'd rather make 'em ring alarms, something you can sing along To. Have you hummin' like Lena Horne Want you ears to be my 80's crack whores - rhymes that they'll be fiendin' on So keep it goin' - for you I shoot the gift And Set Adrift on Me Memory Bliss so we can rock it to the PM Dawn And even if I am depressed Just know I'll always give you more, know it or not More or Less Cross the line one too many times If it was yours now I know it's mine Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind More or Less More or Less More or Less More or Less
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