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Fake Borders
03:40
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Accomplice
04:01
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Give me room, give me air, give me space to explore
Give me whatever’ll work, this isn’t working anymore
And I’m not, not trying, just a failed effort
Half-hearted attempt, farewell shepherd
There’s nothing to look over, there’s not much to review
I want nothing to do with anyone that I knew
Any place that I was is now a place that I’m not
When people ask where I’m from I’ll make it up on the spot
Is anybody listening? I have something to say
I’m sayin’ I ain’t stayin’ and I’m running away
Well I won’t look back, I won’t look back
I scanned the surface and they’re calling my bluff
I only thought about it once, now I think once was enough
No I won’t look back, I won’t look back
The police put out my weed that I proceeded to burn
And then they took away my money that I’d legally earned
I asked him what had I done wrong and he immediately turned
Told me stop with the nonsense, you’re an accomplice
Told him I knew nothing. I was staying the night.
That I wouldn’t testify if he was thinking I might.
He began to ask me questions with his big fucking light
Like what’d you accomplish as an accomplice?
Is anybody listening? I have something to say
I’m sayin’ I ain’t stayin’ and I’m running away
Well I won’t look back, I won’t look back
I scanned the surface and they’re calling my bluff
I only thought about it once, now I think once was enough
No I won’t look back, I won’t look back
Cause I’m never going home, never going home
Don’t think I’m ever going home, ever going home
I’m at the park with a book not reading the words
Breaking bread, feeding the birds
It’s a bright sunny day for a dull dark thought
To sit around and think of all the goals not sought
How easy is your dream? Detailed is your scheme?
Derailed at 14, inhaled the same year
Thought the end was near
Well I’ll be damned I’m still here
Now ain’t that a bitch, I duck bills like a platypus
Sparked up and found me a catalyst
Now I just can’t quit
Free food at the hollywood banquet, I’m in there
They can tell I’ve never been there
When I’m munchin’ on a rib
Rubbing sauce on my bib
And I’m taking seconds for the crib
I like when my brain just fights itself
Like I love when a song just writes itself
Look at you with your righteous self
With your righteous pants and your righteous belt
Righteous hair and your righteous shoes
You just stare while I break the rules
But are you numb from where you come from?
Where the people are dumb from
Are you the bum from?
Will you visit?
Do you miss it?
Or just diss it?
Is anybody listening? I have something to say
I’m sayin’ I ain’t stayin’ and I’m running away
Well I won’t look back, I won’t look back
I scanned the surface and they’re calling my bluff
I only thought about it once, now I think once was enough
No I won’t look back, I won’t look back
Cause I’m never going home, never going home
Don’t think I’m ever going home, ever going home
It’s true I’m through with this place
I had my home right here
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Numbers
03:49
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