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I was gone for a minute, now I'm back |
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Young Bones cashed, ripping Chia seed packs |
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Counter top's sticky from the fruit getting pressed |
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Local grown goods make a multicolored mess |
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Corpse full of flax, and a skull full of ash |
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Touch and feel the past, let the flashbacks flash |
| [00:52.87]Young William Lamb[?] |
trying to live off up off the land |
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Living off the plants like it's 1810 |
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Sticking to the plans, cause we know the ****ing end |
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We've all seen what happens, still they try and just pretend |
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I don't wanna know you or your friends, cause you do it for the wrong reasons |
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Young and I'm hopeless, bust all my emotions |
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The place I was put is a rock that's eroded |
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Trying to work the motion, locking out the bullshit |
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But all I can do is pick grains for my potions |
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Let it sink in, let me be the ****ing lotion |
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Cleanse you of disease, and I leave blunt smoking |
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Himalayan salt from the docks |
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Grind it down then I pour it on top(2x) |