Grown Man syndrome Ex Planeteer You could grow out or grow up Just out last your peers + the children of the corn syrup gottem by the ears walk behind the fields all the dreams reflect your fears ain’t nothing else but pull the belt spread the wealth but who dusts the shelf? Hell to pay but it sells itself I ordered paradise Born and raised without the help Now it’s shorter days and I couldn’t tell Flawed in all the ways Bottle holiday Spend sum time on myself Bang Pop quiz hot shot Quick fixer upper Another notch and lock stock Bang - you’s a sucker Blame it on my nature but I learned it from my mother Tattoos on my hands replace the lines inside my palms Gone De-anxietized heavy metal weighted joints Play the parts but I’ll pace my points Back to the crowd and I face the noise Home base chase the ghost nothings ever safe I made a stick into a gun and stared right at the sun Bang
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 16:34:41 +0000
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