Worn Out Pop (feat. de Lima the Duck)

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Lost Amsterdam

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You come apart
Thread by thread
Your pretty face falls
Like a mask

Don't try to smile
You'll start to break
Just mutter prayers
And down your flask

You're nothing like
Those old brochures
There's nothing left
For us to want to taste

The golden lights
Of your past self
Now hateful jokes
For all the rest

You sang the
Sugar-iest songs
That tamed your foes
Into dream-long rests

Then sprang your
Tentacle-esque tongue
And shamed us with your
Freedom tests

You showed us how
To be ourselves
And how to love
And who to fight

You caught us all
Off guard and hell
You made us think
You might be right

Somehow
Somewhere

Worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're

I'm wearing me out to the ball, I'm about to perform
Perfuming my brain, it's applied like a balm
So I can make some sense of myself when I'm talking to y'all
And ticky-tocky goes the bomb, with tiki torches that they bought at the mall
They politicking round the clock
How you still sounding shocked and awed
That now a brawl has evolved
Irrelevant as a Volvo, you're not involved
Regimented like a revolver, your problems solved
The insolvent throng the streets, chewing on mystery meat
Cheap booze out of our pores leaks
The poor eke out of living, the scores geek out, they livid
Admit it, picture is vivid, they taking sips out their liver
Seeking out all the messiahs 'cause now they gotta deliver
Daytona racing for rations, they told us we are the reason
The weather changes but never ever the season
These leaders be so deceitful, kinda like expiration date seafood
They see to it that you're see-through, muthafuckas DUI of power we brewed
Hopping on grass like I'm a Sifu, read through the terms of the lease, you
Eating pieces of Jesus, it pleases Uncle Sam your eyes
Is shut wide, clutching his pride like he a samurai
Sing a hymn and I am beating on me like a Gemini
Ain't no Malachi on this orb of mine, no divine
Yes, the revolution will be televised
You'll see it live
And every last one of the just will now be vilified

Worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're worn out
Try again you're

Come apart
Thread by thread
Lay down your rifles
Shut deep your copper eyes
Your magic's gone
Your lies are done
Try fooling me now

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