Lyric

What I got is completely different from yours

I have known and seen places you will never see

I know this feeling that you will never feel

I want to be acid tent

Normally people will grow up there

But will never reach the angels share

Trust me

Like stream of consciousness

Trust me

Unreliable narrator

Trust me

Face off and Ring walk

Take a taxi

When I'm gone

Text me

When I come back

Trust me

I feel like I looked marron

Trust me

We are in the cage

Text me

Volatilized 21g

Takedown

Feel like home

Tackle me

That came out from your mouth

And giant oarfish flows

On the wedding ring

Sugar high

That's what happened in Macondo

Wave of feathers is our neighbor

Bump of Psilocybin

Say hello to the chief

Now you can feel the angels share

According to the mutilation

The dream of weather forecasts gonna fallen

I use metaphor during dog house sparkling

But babies are born

I know it’s not my fault

I will never say pets are our family

They are just part of retrospective

After all

Believe rubber than your lover

Invisible man returns

Ego and libido always make love

Firing squad

Squid Skipped toward the skull ,which means mescaline

Now I understand the difference

Between solitude and loneliness

That's what I always knew

But had never understood

I’m goofy

So

Gimm me the loot

It’s unfair

Pure desire

What a wonderful world

Without you

Sometimes you should not jump into the sea

Courageous withdrawal

There were good times and bad time

But We did touch the instinct of lives

Didn't we?

Nudie cutie

In the magic hour

Realism is the magic itself

Love should ashamed of itself

People overestimate it

Now I turn the key and drive to night call

Called Angels Share

Boom

Zoooom

Phew

Sorry

Story is not important

Praise the montage

Always be being

They should be blamed

Survivors do what they want to do

We are angels share

Something good will happen

Get ready?

Life is a series of choices

So we are high grade

Feel like on the surfboard

We cannot touch the truth

We cannot touch freedom

We cannot touch love

But we can feel them

It ain't bad, right!?

Rather good

Too self-referential

So I erased some sentences

I was a true story

The songs that would be passed down generation to generation

They're no big deal

The backrooms, red room

Backdraft Luck of drift

Mumble rap is the art of saying nothing