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Warbler
01:16
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I’m a warbler
Took a month off
Well that’s just wrong...
I been warbling all day
I’m a warbler
And then I passed out
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Archimedes would love this fishtank
Shit out something
Words like “How many”
And everybody can shit out things
So shit out things you shut in
Cause it got to mean or not
Cause it got to me
Our committees would love this fishtank
Shit out something
Words like “beauty and pain”
And everybody can shit out things
So shit out things you shut in
Spirituality
Past person profile
Words like “How many”
How many shitty things
Truly spammed out
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I’ve been getting over this crush on myself
Rubber putting pressure on no bends
If I had a hammer would it throw a wrench?
Last time I saw you was the last time I saw you yeah
I’ve been getting over this crush-ish on myself
Crushing every option to cope with myself
Give me a hammer and I’ll do the rest
And you split it
Cause when you split it there’s nothing left
We ain’t gotta fight you know
Would you seeya
I’ve been getting too old to be touching on myself
There’s a pin in my bed so I’m sleeping in a ball
Give me a hammer and I’ll fix this mess
Last time I saw you’s the last time I’ll see you all
I’ve been getting over this crusher
I’ve been getting over this pressure
This year I found this box that has like a funnel in the top and like a hole and I put a guitar pick in it and 2 came out and then I put those two in it and 4 came out so it’s like
D-D-D-D-DIGITAL
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Not th thinker 2
02:46
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Childlike thoughts of death
Childlike thoughts of evil
Childlike thoughts of love
Selfish thoughts of death
Loved ones sharing a handkerchief
Childlike thoughts of loved ones
Selfish thoughts of ego death
Any reason
For selfish thoughts of ego death
I was on a rock
Using all my reason
For confidence in love
Confidence in love
Damn ain’t no water bruh
What the hell’s going on
Yo what are you doing you’re not the thinker
I wanna take over
Any reason
To use up all my resources
Any reason for
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You won’t help me so get away
For airtight reasons
You won’t help me so get
Fashioned a setup
And set on leaving
So why the hemorrhage
Just to sit on the edge?
Just to check in the fridge
You won’t help me so get away
For unmarked reasons
You can’t help me so get
Stopped on the river
A decade screaming
For no more tricks
So you can make a bet
So you can make in the hedge
And I kept on breathing
Like life has a meaning
Flustered falling faintly
I just concealed it greatly
Don't reveal it keep it a secret
A certain someone said you should seal it
I followed their word and dealt with my grievance
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6. |
3boder
03:04
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Like every paper I wrote
I keep on stringing along
Three bodies hiding arrows
Three bodies caught in ivy
Blow it gently
And run it through Grammarly
Like every question I wrote
I keep on digging a hole
Three bodies tip the starboard
Made of cardboard
With nobody watching me
And running through gallery
Three bodies open up the door
I keep on checking the door
Two bodies through a keyhole
And I bruise my temple
Now the options are: TV
Or two bodies watching me
Or running through gallery
Or running through galleria
I keep on getting involved
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Splayed on a cannonball for miles and days
So I did some thinking
The wadding
Was dark and wrapping perfectly round the bends
You been round the bend
Had a way to ignore it:
Focus on a floater
Splayed on a roundshot
Safely approaching pushing into a dark spot
Instead of the field ahead
Three strikes and you’re out of it
For a yearly check I had my pupils spread to your natural width
And everything was blurred and glaring
Waste of my vision
Acing at 20 feet
And nothing seems acausal in your trajectory
And I’m out of it
Found a way to get nauseous:
Focus on a floater
Splayed on a roundshot
Safely imploding braced by a dark spot holder
Instead of the field ahead
Three strikes and youre out of it
Way to ignore it
Focused on a floater
Splayed on a roundshot
Patiently holding onto a dark spot over
The stretch of field ahead
Three strikes and you’re out of it
The depth of field ahead
Three strikes and you’re out of it
A stead of field ahead
Three strikes and you’re out of it
Splayed on a cannonball for miles and days
So I did some crunches
Out with the water
Out with the bath
I’m doing better
I’ll clean a spot you can walk on or eat off
Walk on or eat off!
Shoulder to shoulder
We were abreast
I guess I realized
You can’t make eyes with a floater
Shoulder to shoulder
I acquiesced when you said
You can’t make life with a floater
I’m stuck with the need to ask:
Are you down for this?
I’m stuck with the need to ask
How to get down from this
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Whelp (from Kiljester)
02:40
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Save me & other things
In a lion den
A prolific long con whim of ease
I choked on other tropes
Scared of profiting off of precedent of temper tantrums
Love reconnecting in the lion den
Couldn’t try then
Did it try to get bloody?
When I see blood on me
Baby who said to me
(While we’re holding hands)
Tryna decide should I say how I feel
Saved me from everything
From the highest depths
In an MGM ribbon
Baby: your name bequeathed
Was it lying then, contrived then
Did it try to get bloody?
Cause I see blood on me
Baby
Was it lying then?
Didn’t try to get bloody
Cause I see blood on me
Baby blood on me
Baby put blood on me
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9. |
Geoguesser
03:37
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When I was driving
I think it was here
I think it was you
I rode a cyclone into the ocean
And broke a light phone
So I rode it again
Is it a left turn?
Cheated my gut again
I’ve yet to make a mental map
I rode an Amtrak back home
And when I left the clothes
I never saw them again
File a report
And never see it again
Laptops fall onto big toenails
Video guiding through
The release of blue pressure with melted eyes
Like a fall guy
Over a molehill
Wish I could have predicted
Your arms & your head
With an educated guess
File a report
And never do it again
Never move a limb
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Forget about it
Anyway...
Sounds good to me
Don’t break it apart to see how it works
There’s a pin in my bed so I’m sleeping in a ball
If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morn
Hammer in the evening
All over this land
Hammer out danger
Hammer out a warning
And I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a song
I mean a bell, I'd tinkle in the morning if I had a bell
Tinkle in the eveningtime
All over this land
Tinkle out danger
Tinkle out a warning
Tinkle out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
Hammer out a warning
Come again?
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