Up To Speed

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Its all blind eyes, white noise and exit stage right
How come men have heart problems
When the broken wings hard enough to pretend they gave flight
These figures have to slide
In and out of the human chest
Like a proper monster
I ride waters of blood till we get [?]
Finally reached Hollywood as landslides and addictions telling me the same lies
Hard blue collar, Yeah blue collar
Midwest gonna lose it
[?] Investment included
To knock down my whole town landmarks
He shakes medicine and sings the blues to it
Burns bridges, [?]
And over echoes of the larger men
[?] three
Dog points to the sky-line
I was thinking about a dream I had
In it, I made a promise that might end it
And I pretended to remember what it was
But it left the birth stagnant
Too many smiles
Reminded me of the raw woman
In a discord default generation, manic pixie dream girl
[?]
Everyday puzzle, not tired Drake
Those fireworks for the pain in life
[?] and stained glass
The train passed
He paid for the same life
He lost when he found God and gang ties
Our nephews made songs about it
The pyramids didn't write the walls about it
And I was drinking with the
Victims of the human condition

[Bridge]
So Castro, did I go hard enough?
Tomorrow kings, did I go hard enough?
Yo, Afro, did I go hard enough?
Yo, Griff, did I go hard enough?
Yo, Lebron, did I go hard enough?
Davis C, did I go hard enough?
Yo, [?] did I go hard enough?
Yo Jack, did I go hard enough?

[Verse 2]
Pray them all raise [?] euphemism for euthanasia
Better camoflauge for modern Nazis
Holidays for human labor
(sage to wave around the candles)
The Mayan calendar was wrong
This fact made of bigotry pinnacle
The smarter men
Boos the savior
Drowning in his own assurance
Even when we could use a savior
Feels like [?]
For the halogenic romance
Words witnessed, between the cinematic overachiever and the subject for the evening
So circle catch and releasing
He gesticulates, he found freedom in his leisure
Rubber dance to the speaker
Took a shot, Spent the night
Placing goldings on a weakness
I saw half of the weight to get on stage
Feel like I was wearing armor with scar tissue
But it was just my citizens
So I guess
Tis the season I meet all Chicago Prom questions
With subtle information
Does doctor fill your voice
To make that statement
The headlines have burnt things, before they became your entertainment
When the call penetrates
You feel the sickest sensation
He get closer to God
Standin on a train station
He got closer to God
Stalled at the expressway
And she got closer to God
Turnin a bare room to a paycheck
These hands will smack the fuck
Out of one of my idols
If they disrespect me and mine
You have not been lied to
I am my parents child
Willie Cotton died of a heart attack in a cotton factory
Hoe watch us pass the seeds
Figure out emotions at his funeral
And this is what you stay for
This slice of life
A beautiful home coming for a quiet man
His grandson describing it on a rooftop
Under the weight of another summer
I believe that brings you up to speed
My family calls me chill