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Vs 1:
Alright I took a strange trip down the path tonight
Out of range 'til the colors faded on the traffic lights
I felt deranged as I passed the lights
but at the same time I feel ashamed in the black of night (alone)
I need a hit for the sake of me
Gimme your best shot and make it bleed
Gimme the ways to make me seem
like a ghost ’n’ escape this dream
Don’t be afraid of me
You the same
2 children lost in the woods
who smelled a bakery

Hook:
I take another and you take another
and we both go numb so we don’t feel each other
These drugs they love us and they’ll never let us die
It’s where we go after life

Vs 2:
Fog was always so romantic in the movies
but I can’t see what I’m doing
Am I awake now?
Am I on stage now?
Is it OK now?
If I came down
back to you and took another day off for recovery
stayin’ up til 3
that don’t mean nothin’ to me
fumbling with sticky fingers with the crumbs of the weed
the crumbs in the couch and resin fingertips
find myself dumbin’ it down for a bigger hit
what a fuckin’ hypocrite
I gotta gun it
I gotta love it too
and lately feel like givin’ all my love to you
and you don’t really want me
you just wanna hold me under
you just wanna see me drown
and tell everyone that you found me
while my lungs fill up with —

Vs 3:
I like to think I’m a character in a movie
a chronicle of a time in music
This is how we do it
It’s a messy life where the carpet deposit is never coming back
the couch smells like beer
but we look rich as fuck when we rap
It’s not a hard addiction
Doctor won’t tell me that
but a withdrawal from anxiety pills’ll give you zaps
to cure that take a shot with a Xanax
Write your lyrics faded
Call it authentic
Gets hard to rely on facts when you fakin’
plus the risk of heart attack skips a generation
fuck it I’d rather get lame and live forever
than be Kurt Cobain
A broken heart’s the best gift that you’ll ever get
I’ve been arrested by a lifestyle
that ain’t been givin’ back

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from American Neon, released September 8, 2017

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Protextor Los Angeles, California

Pop culture poet.

American hip hop artist known for a mix of technical rap, soulful performance, funk-forward production, and complex lyrics.

Prince superfan, 90s kid, VHS collector.

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