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1. |
selfieness
04:31
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God as fuck.
Broke like death in my trunk for months
Noise like fists what it matter? first
When I was seven years old bully dropped a curse ugh
I've seen the mass go past 21 trans dead beating my ass
World in a feast its a massive bitch
To be alive in a time when your at the wick
Bitch oh no
I swear to blood I was master fang
I wasn't enough
I don't represent
how you want me to fit
Nothing
Said it since
Truth is, Voyeur like Hitchcock.
No shame on me like jpeg
Same shit everyday big black flutes still blown away first born brown girl bleeding here
bleak sewn dominance culture rich social worn dominos bad paint leaking at the obvious.
Bitch this is mastery better to believe than my misery shit wasn't meant like my parents be
No bless Christ like we are undecided
My fangs your flag we are all divided.
It don't matter what I'm planning bout a decade saying
Representing what your mad at it what the fuck a white man
Not a figment of idea no agenda ranted
I am nothing but a woman what I manifested
More power red hats black power lynching
Tree limbs all lit looking like it's Christmas
We are melting, melting puddles of black.
Same void in me too cellophane
Shame things tired of the selfieness
Watching what it looks like this life filtering what's my height bleeding at the gums til you eat from
bow to the mountains hurt I enrich I will not fit probably to the dust when the wax drips
Guess what I'm asking
Things much bigger than my mattress
Bitches feel alive with an asterisk
All I see is bodies
Mock ropes hanging from the moccasins
Learned to be at stress with the awkwardness
New limp conscious way more peace than the last fat
Skin still the same since our birth hurt
Well rot paranoid
Flame dame quited in rainbow shame
Changed now I'm blamed to the breasts arranged.
Aimed that I'll never flick rich in a misfit blitz of a glitch rich bliss for the first wish missed
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2. |
feels
03:05
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PAY ME IN FEELS IF YOU COULD PAY ME
HOW BOUT DONT PLAY ME OR TURN AROUND
WHAT CAN I DO IT'S A DECADE NOW
SHAME ME TO CHANGE ME I FUCKED IT UP
It'S BEEN A PROBLEM SINCE COMING UP
but I brought you into all my things
thinking my tits would go master fade
believe me im honest so guilty, could tell that your breaking
don't tell me your honest
not gonna kill you no morrison
wanting to see how we bout to end
the world is without my defense so im off it but bothered
when i see you drowning
I feel like i have no space left to stand
I know you wanted a leading man
can't believe you could leave that behind
women like you they do not survive
pay me in feels if you could pay me
things that we’ve done, we were children, like
fucking in closets and burning out feelings we
plastered the desert with passion while walking alone
into mountains no asking
touching my veins going black while you held to my mass
never wanting a wedding ring
tangled my feet to your hair when we ran out of air in the palm trees
my misery.
think we're about to get out of shame.
sharing our bones so we eat Ok
pay me no manners no tension i love you no reasons there's nothing but feelings
breathing like this how its sposed to be sitting in worry but
feeling free
looking for nothing all smiles my teeth falling out so
im wild for you to see
I don't know how we could settle down
paper is nothing but static now
promise ill get it but damn it the ceilings is plastic im throwing rocks at it
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picket fence
03:47
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AIN'T NOBODY DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE PICKET FENCE AHHH
No influence from white skin keyboards
Laughing in the wind we on all 4 bad whores
Nothing wrong fucking with whatever moves what your money feels like facing what you can't fight nigga
The same plain formula with lame taste
Laced with a fake bow smile cause you famous
Malformed babies and there growing up world is now divisive like in real life in the cut
The main plains crying at the roots means everything in public in America is shame filled
The air feels slick and won't wash off rich like the bitter of my elders with the layers off
The stress goes piling from inside rattling the beans in the worn hide means we are ending
it was up to me id smother you, fucking with your air until it feels raw
playing with my imagery is way odd.
carry me on crosses up the mountains(inaudible)
what you want? baby you ain't kidding what i feel like?
we are more than sorry wont fit matter who your friend is,
playing flutes problem is, Aretha did it better bitch sorry
I don't see my skin inside your plastic molds
misses tryna figure what I smell like
the problem is no one wants to talk about it...
and i dont wanna talk it about it either
but ima do mines
I've never held my motherfucking tongue
in fact I swallowed it and came around
I should have known like it was before
that it would turn out like arizona
and i've looked enough into my eyes
the worst i've done is criticize
I took a couple papers for the noise
when i was naked but of master poise
tried to take us to the promised land
when i felt like a lesser man
who barely breathed right and always broke
because they told me i was fucking great
and i knew better that I better not
so I imagined I was intensely hot...
im not...
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jesus bound
03:49
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You stripped me out im naked now
plain jane and in my shame
wild hair in promanades i gang bang and twirl my thangs
probably say the same things out the tamed fangs while i chew flames
main veins that have maintained some of same lanes that i ain't faked
Black boys in my dms stealing cock points while they stay strapped
Big girls to a white crop eating warm flutes im like fuck that
Influenced in my backyard on my concrete that my pops spilt
wearing things unfiltered and my brown skin not bought for I get
OH OH OH IM SORRY
trolling it out and I can't resist when im called for and there calling out.
in my shame beyond the metaphors its automatic (inaudible), its
automatic clout
and i'm made for this with my tits held and my awkwardness and my brown tone
(inaudible)
and I'll admit it when you said it, you coachella
cause a white boy in plaid PR represents the auctioned off enemies
like (inaudible)
my bitch says yeah gold chip, that my bra straps get stuck in
but im bad nigga swear to black (inaudible)
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5. |
no mames
03:48
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laughing all around me
im a kid on my own
I was melting in my seat
the heat is blistering tones
transformers would surround me
this was way before phones
why is everybody staring
do they know what im on
NO MAMES, NO MAMES
jokes are like bullets
when it comes to the skull
it was burning at my panties
I was seven years old
there was blaming seeing devils in the widows and walls
so my parents called a shrink i said i'm wearing moms clothes
im like
running from the gods switching shoes with the neighbor
im so denied jumping fences and i dressed for a favor
the secrets out but im mexican and black grab a fader
so now my roots feel like water save the beatings for later
what the fuck im representing
nothing i am not your privilege
put a little tranny it
this is why i'm breaking in it
this all im bout to be like
meme gene at fucking midnight
big niche to fill its alright
I stayed back lost some girlfriends and played ball
grew hair then cut off ashamed that my dad caught
no place to hang out no girl to ask out rather wear her damn clothes
then we could make out
complicated pre buzz
words
worse than bathrooms
even it was obvious
always felt ominous
black mouth to reach down
cackling its chain noise imagine what it looks like when fire meets your fake boy
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I'm the one to love
02:43
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I'M THE ONE TO LOVE, I AM ENRAGED, I AM ALL THINGS, AHHH
THE MORE I WATCH THE MORE I CREEP OUT
BAD FOR US BAD FOR ME
I CAN'T SLEEP RIGHT NOW IM LIABLE
THIS AINT GIRL LIKE AM I GOD right
FEEL LIKE, IT'S BEEN A MINUTE
WHEN THEY TELL GRIND OR DIE
LIFE SUPPORT SOMETIMES fight for it blamed for it
it don’t even matter when the noise isnt poppin
you gon hang me you gon tout em like its normal you gon have em
you can manage hypin chicken this is madness they gon eat it
there so happy giving patreon a dollar while you stabbin im all
im not really tryna have it
im an older woman liking me cause people always talking I don't know
paid for it in the real or paranoid i've been on the evidence hardly ever metaphor came for everything
never intervene but I elevate somewhere keeping quiet in the corner now
been the longest slumber there has ever been
like a bout a decade in the mouth over veterans ah
what im all about is bad tact when your listening
pulp in the tweeter bits static blood glitchening
bitches this surreal
so real bad for you
I was like...i manifested
sick earth no horns
our world on fire no mirrors no wires
go back can't forage we do like posts
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7. |
hi-v
03:15
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said a million times
cancelled what you mad for
bad pores not even replies bubbles ignore
same things humans to my dead space minimal
barely interact where my maps at fuck it
you can find me somewhere in my basement pacing
tryna keep the weight up off my angry
hating on a good day rather keep my smile for the raining
something bout the clouds keeps me fanging
never gonna move much. no sense parking
lots. lines are a bitch like these children
why you gotta look at me
save your inner wishes for the pedophiles
rather keep my lashes to my mirror awhile
I don't even like the sun
probably get to smokin when im out the room
only in the bar when its happy hour
ill be more than happy
dead noon groceries with the old whites
talkin bout the pain up in my asshole
round here we don't go out much
dont care for much
we dead as fuck so we gon dance
maybe we'll go outside it's just a phase
blond hair blue eyes, we gon dance.
your gonna have a hard time tryna turn me out
rather lay back and be the villain huh
more power to me no relationships no umbilical no elements
no showers, anniversaries, reveal parties fuck private parts
too glorious, im happy here, I can be honest, i've disappeared
fresh air is terrifying
I don't know you or your questions
why you asking
I would never
wanna know that
get the fuck back
more than anything
probably smiling, acting normal
shrug your shoulders,
you don't know me
what i'm meant for
not my gender
(inaudible)
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8. |
my penis, my babyfat
03:47
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I could barely eat but the heat's on while the snow falls
in a bad place, in a weak space, with no lights on
and on youtube catching feelings watching tyler eat
made to feel bad when you know your fresh and want 10 percent.
how marginalized, how compromised on accident.
fuck rapping, fuck patters, their incompetent.
if I believe it could it rot enough and carry me
or is it happenstance i've waited for thats atrophied?
dont compare yourself but what the fuck am i about?
could i rock that dress on red carpets no doubt?
ive been playing like it and interviewing my damn self.
since i was little child wild will it kill me later?
I don't know what you are used to?
but I know that they will never care, unless that shit is MORE than paid for.
gold plated. gold plated.
every day we finna go. every single day im finna go!
You fuckin with gods i dont give a shit
what is impressive bout people with different skin? (played yourself)
do me no favors you think i'm that reddit my pigment
my penis my baby fat honey
id rather you pay me for burial this is no minstrel show
not to put me on your auction block
tweeting no timelines im not about only to break into walls
that lead to my house
I feel like all of this
on the outside lookin it im not nice enough
I don't like these kids
I done said it lots
im about to die with it
what would you do for
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ceiling fans
03:34
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cant see, I dont match, no TV to feedback
playing possum (inaudible) no dark ops, or glare pops
stay poised but fuck art no screw boys or reptar
spare parts (inaudible)
dropping names of influence to benefit from incels
black face in a new space never holding hands like bad dates
rob dirt and then penetrate what i'm supposed to be to a small town
blocks hurt but i died of age and my back hurts but you on now
tell me what what my selfie is
the same pain the ways sway
bangin in with static rich like all noise an epic nich
promise you im driving with the pedal leveled to the floor bloods
shit looks like casualties like dropped leaves and skinned knees
what you want
I ain't never been what you is sipping on
and sleeping on is played out
im bout to probably fade out
yall people aint gon want me but im baddest for you
naked for you
shit im fucking fancy with it
never leave that it all feels like
I SEE THE PROBLEMS YALL HAVE AND I SEE CEILING FANS
All men are terrifying worlds spinning
Ice thinning rhereotic from killer klans in whitehouses mansplaining
Couldn't miss it holding onto my skinny wrist and my cheap bracelets everyday I'm fuckin sayin leave me in the wind I'm swaying
Spilling out with urgency I'm elder tranny others murdered all we really need is tantrums armored
Collars pretty arrows crack em til their knees are muddied sinking deeper to resentment they won't really have no sorrow rip em up and burn their bibles. Bitch
We need everything in embers Ash besides our bodies
Bleeding in American the flames from cash the modern prairies
Buh
Not invented this is product of our ancest
I don't see no problems with it what the fuck you mad for
And where im living ain't no precedent or president politics is foriegn language never changed the fangs arrangement
Find me on a map your privilege
You have never seen my image
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look me in my face
03:48
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can't tell the difference between dreaming and flying
the back door is open. the people denying.
there's been a void with some shame
my friends felt like flowers
it's been too long how much can i say i'm a god
when I'm still here talking bout grammies and fuck me
and im all about pretending that i'm happy for others
when my puddles feel like pure stress and my own noise
making me def
im used to how the ringing hurts im waiting for her
im gonna have to put the pain aside
the more i think the more ill fuckin die
im done with doing what i used to do
woke culture
rain on me
feels bloody
more bodies
cant promise
what it feel like
lets party
that's what y'all like
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11. |
am i bad
03:29
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You can mock me like these kids do with broke necks
eyeballs poppin like there blank sex no stress
born still hanging from the tit well and not taught
aging with the planet probably love cops so rot paid for
should be used to color palettes every drop every orifice appendage
every skin these humans got shit is not that massive is it
love people fuck text give yourself you dont need that badly bleed on someone else
the truth is with this cancelled and buzzwords
ive been more than beating with these fingers
yall heard
can't get kinky with it turn my back and yall is victims
gotta flex the right things but i do not defend the system
I was up all on my own when I was speaking to the hawk
way before my titties were a teddy talk nigga i
police nothing i do not become it no fake woke or warrior
I think nothing of it.
becomes harder to innate likes or snap skin
I don't fit the pretty that you all is in dont wanna win
spare parts and plastic feathers
bitch fights and hotter weather
see through the skin is breaking
im a step outside the water
comfort me
im feeling feelin nasty in my mass am I bad am I bad am I bad?
all that matters is ive tried hard with all fours
digging holes until the bone callouses is left alone
watching what i love turning white and every day to death
petting every morning cause i gotta check paranoid
mirroring all the rest of every modern day fuck a test
promise to each other it will be ok house arrest
chewing through the holidays no idea how i am
things have gotta give a bit i dont think making it
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how long it been since you been touched?
im tryna talk instead of text
you see the way i is I see darker clouds
and then my life erupts...
im all
What's the point of being turnt up
when all these bodies are turned in
no shame glitching in an armed force
bathing in pixels in 4 course
plasma stretched to your eyelids
I am complicit in this
I am not better than anyone
I know that better than anyone
why am i pacing in places when im on my own like I'm halfway to cardiac arrest
it makes no sense to be off dirt it makes no sense to work
for any white man
these humans all running from god
yezzy says better find god
id rather eat chicken with a boomer
INSTANT MEME, MINOR PURGE
I guess who i am involves taking pictures.
of my own face in a broken light. as the world spins
we are getting fatter, but at the right angles you can get some likes
I know what's crazy cause i work with em fucked up thing i am right with em
id rather be warm on a truck but here i am blank in the northern woods
talking to myself in a poor manor i am way loud and it never works
out
no fur like
not blessed cause paris crowds get smaller and then disappear
im all tall cause merits its all in my head, my appearance
a bad formed waste of time
im mad at myself
but damn it i'm feelin like a manicure
I can never understand what their saying
im assuming that there like you
always intimidated always scared
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