We were young and we were stupid
I cut my teeth inside the fantasy
They say that pride define your movement
I guess that's what it made you stand to me
My heebie-jeebies turned to rocks
You medusa with the waves
My "Free me, Free me!"s turned to "Watch"
You mold the humans in the clay, but we was
Nothing but bottlecaps
Melting over hundred scraps
Half my life was scraping by
Don't know how to say goodbyes
Fear mold, and actually
It's weird to hold your casualties
Meet your motive's slowest ebb
We patrol the closest edge
Deep below the crow's nest
Steep it slow, we know best
We define the road's curve
We can rhyme the most words
Silly boy's to hide the scream to smoke a spliff with diamond demons
Making noise to fill the gaps
Don't care if you feel the raps
Fifty-fifth inside the lucy
Sipping shit to ride the u-ie's
I can let the lie consume me
Anything to hide the buoys
Storm's out
You talking in the deep from where the horns lie
I caught the closest raft until my feet could scrape the shore's spine
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And I won't ever get it back
And I won't ever get it back
And I won't ever get it back
And I won't ever get it back