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Gee, it's no fun
Drinkin' beer in the backseat
All alone just ain't too neat
At the passion pit wanting you.
And when the intermission elf moves

taming the beast 
Polished my passion do what i believe 
Kill all the capping these niggas will leach 
Froze up the neck minus sixty degrees 
Cold as can

and departed
Probably blown by a 12 gauge shawty so harshly 
They Ronda block so Rousey surrounding spots being cautious
Counting losses in this mosh pit
They

ain’t cop shit
And yo girl my new bitch
She fly with me no cock pit
I need more than sex shit (I need more than sex shit)
No, y’all can’t sit in my

this not by accident
Fuck ya standards and practices, cause the standard ain't practicing
And I spit from a Passion Pit, flipping sleepyhead mattresses

I got this pit in my chest that tends to billow up
It feels empty, vodka's how I fill it up
I don't really need it when you're around
But when you're

schematics
Living in the wastelands of dying passion
Exhaust every resource
Like you ran out of food
Don’t want but you need more
You run from the truth
Hell

jewels that you can’t rock
Time is money fuck a tic toc
Need some sauce here’s a drip drop
You know the marathon continues
And we don’t do no pit stops

Comin' up, still gone spit like I'm underground
Had to make a change, took a pit stop (running now)
Check the wristwatch, seem like time running down

your filthy passions
Nobody gives a shit
You're so weak that you can barely
stand on your feet

It's a hate pit
And you can't swim
Drown in your own spit

passion
Like compassion dumb fraction
They try to be over me like I don't have
This Is not fake nor is it acting
When I try to move on from her it gets very

And with the way
The curves in her frame
Just make me think "lo-fi"
A crack in the mirror
Might help my day go by
Remember your words
They turned me,

Movin' majestically
Think that my problems have made this insanity
Jump in a pit
Suck on my dick
Chase me a check
I need to get rich
All of these kids
They

Staring down to a bottomless pit
Fuck being the one if isn't in 1 percent
Wonder where the passion went, I wonder where the roads go
I wonder if

An endless pit, a feeling of dread
Ever unmoved by the deepest breath
Shallow reflection, eyes cast outward
A grainy image marks the horizon

I'm looking back at my old life like
Look at all that god damn wasted time
Years spent procrastinating
Still haven't earned a dime
Passion

I am fire, I am tender
I walk on coals, my embers glow for you
To burn is to feel, to feel is too real
Scorch me on Monday, I'm fried by Friday

The LORD is my light
Arms clinched in the fight
I ain't really trying to fight
I ain't really with the hype
Type write slight right by the light
I

If my legs are tired
And my passion is all but mired
And each obstacle waits
To pollute my mind with hating what we are
I believe when it comes down

of passion
I see that you changed but look in the mirror you gone still see a ratchet
I'm selling these hoes dreams in all of these flowers they catching
Look

by the drugs all my life I ain't submit
I've been living like a thug all the crimes I comitt
My hands covered in blood throwing niggas in the pit
I

the mirror and you lookin in it
In the middle of The Pit, Hell's Kitchen, and you cookin in it
Opened up for business from Plymouth, with no warning threw

the vision
Fuck around just to get a reaction
I got no time for petty games or distractions
You caught feelings cuz I got deep passion
Every time you push me,

environment, the pollution of our waters, and the burning of our forests
We've endured obliteration of our minds, stifling our creativity and passions