Everydays The Same

Hands still smell like resin

Posted at the 5 still alive like

Yup
Hands still smell like resin
Burning like a Buddhist while I think of Armageddon
Armour laced within in it coughing karma in his sleeve calm it
Like is it wrong that every song longing to go reach that summit
Like wait, wait, yea i speak a lot
These habits i just teach about
Wit Judgement clouded
Blunt went out like nah I surely I doubt that now
The rest is out wit
Just that up (up) out the house shit riding till i burn my outfit n turn the wheel and lose them outfits like it's really nothing
Say y'all dope but yet y'all really bluffing
Say y'all smoke yet you really bugging
Like Fetch really runnin for the spot that never coming funny I think nothing of it
Look see Everydays the same

Blunt full conscious
Mind rotten from the contra
Spine caught inside the mantra
Time lost aside to conquer
Signs find it in the commas
While I fortify that quantum, have you ever met a physist so sharp

Pine ignited
Finding time all within its writing
All to feel it blinding trying find how I’m shinning losing faith in how rhyming
Different day start implying that I’m dying for change watching smoke hit the rain while I’m frying
Buying more moments
Chillin still I’m smoking
Try keep me open
Plenty that I hold in just use it my weapon
And Hands still smell like resin while I
Burn leaf the demon keep the peace peace the meaning
Been beneath dead since fetus smoking paradoxes
Comparing this paradise
Apparently there write a clarity fear I might
Dive off the deep end
Cause Never will i get it never will I want be them
It's Nothin I compete with
Yet it's something that Need
Weeded whippin in forgein forging out hundred Gs wit
Or maby million and some in the ceiling
Flow dirty as the block watching cops hit the building
Now Watch that build in hoe

Yea

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