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Feelerz (feat. Savan DePaul)

by The Taste of Vomit

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From a city that turns a blind eye to those In raggity clothes, with a jesus christ pose Got me feeling like an uncle that just took your nose But I suppose, that's just how it goes (yea) Tell your homies you love them And if they're still around maybe you can hug them 'Cause you never know what my dude future can carry Existence reserves the right to remain scary Thirty plus years into trying to find my place My goals cleared up with the acne from my face Anxiety grows like some unwanted body hair Scaling the fourth wall to get the heck up out of here Fuck around and catch some emotional growth Spaceship pulls up, hop in, headed home We're all doing what we can to feel a little less alone Set a drink more water reminder on your phone Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the feelers Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the feelers What was thought of as normal was really normative Cornered within corridor, I'm informed by this No corps for this mega existential war I'm in Of course it's shit, the stench of death is stenciled sorely in I see the symbiosis strapping system and individual I channel Pythagoras to space the fuck out in intervals This script of mine is without divine, but still holds principle My moral code can stand alone, it's universally applicable But is it enough to preserve my own flesh? Heart beat at fast rate to spite my own chest A paranoia exists within me Afropessimism won't shift my 16's Time-space moving at shit-my-britch speed So I scan all of those circumstances I cannonball with no circus dancers I'll be damned if that involves certain cancers You can't have thought of them as cannon fodder I caterwaul with that pertinent anger No cameras on it's just damaged, lost like Goddamn Savan, you best search for answers Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the feelers Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the feelers Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the feelers Trying to see words a little more clearer Making friends with the people in the mirrors It'll hit you right in the feelers Hit you right in the

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