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(Say the words I'm fine I'm in the sky I'm searchin') (Say the words I'm fine I'm in the sky I'm searchin') Looking for like a burrito or Something to eat 'cause I'm really, really hungry And I would like some food in my belly (Yeah) Hand in my mouth like I'm holding my tongue Don't wanna speak over the wishes in my pocket Lock it And bottle it up No, stop it I think I hate glass homes the way I'm handling the rocks I'm a repeater (Repeater) But I'm not a big eater I pocket my thoughts Get my plate and scrape it off the top That's why I'm skinny Why I'm thinner than some tooth floss I'm lying through my teeth but it don't matter 'cause it sounds awesome My friends say "big personality" I usually try to search for a different analogy A big personality means a big ego Speaking from reality, though I don't think so (I don't think so) I mean, that's not something you can say about yourself But I try to not tend to put myself up on that shelf Why I'm handling my hand And the things I've gone without about Dealing with the cards that I've been dealt And that's the real shit The "reelin' in the years" shit Steely Dan is like music to my ears (Shit) But that's reflexion People put enfaces on their flexing I wanna be a big personality But I guess there's no exception But I wanna do it different Deliver it with a batch of good intentions So diligent Are you feeling it I cut the rope before it even gains tension (Uh did I mention?) I eat 88s for breakfast Got ADHD man Screw the election I prolly got a lot of folly all up in my noggin Before I'm dead I gotta put my thoughts in sonical logs I call songs So many logs I cut down a forest But not many masters make it off the milling floor it's A revival It's a revival All these notes in my phone I think I wrote my own bible I been (Searchin', searchin') Searchin' for my reason to stop (Searchin', searchin') Searchin' for my way to the top (Searchin', searchin') Yeah searchin' for my reason to stop (Searchin') Searchin' for my way to the top Trip on laces Triple my faces Aceing of spades when I'm tracing my name It's Chasing the fame It's getting the bread It's playing the game It's going to bed In everything whether I like it or not I never win every time Tying the knot Stare at the wall Curled in a ball It's better than coping with it not at all Feelin' me fall Feelin' the wall Know when it's hollow Eleven apollos Spit and then swallow The fit it go Harlow Chippin' the wallow Sippin' the yallow Sick of selling sickle sticks to fickle sickly kids With their triple pitted splitted lips Curling at the tips Tellin' them A bleak street's sleek sleet Is a concrete treat for street people's street feet Meet me In the alley by the trash Okanagan Valley East hill on the track Bodies on the tally People in the back Feel it in the back Money in the bag Washing with the rag (Ay) Ouagadougou where you at Where you at, Ouagadougou (Ay,ay) Ouagadougou where you at Burkina Faso in the bag (Ay, ay, uh) Ouagadougou where you at (Ay) Ouagadougou where you at? Burkina Faso in the back Ok I'm done No more, no more, no more I don't wanna do this anymore My- uh- my throat hurts And I wanna... stop Peace, Peace and love (Searching, searching, searching) (Searchin', searchin', searching, search) (Searchin', searchin', searching, search) (Searching, searching, searching)