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behind the wheel and pretend
I'll die living by lie, I'll be in the sky again
Three more beer
I'm doing unwell
Maybe you could help a friend
I try to live

I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies

being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under

me when I win yet again
Never allow myself to be hindered
By those unwell wishers

All those who lost interest, lost interest
On the flip side, I