Words

[Ben Beal]
Watch the broken record fall and shatter on the floor
Been closing way too many doors
I'm not the same kid as before
Placed in California
All this boredom sinking over
Putting my raps in folders
Told me wait until I'm older
It's cool
Been posted right here for 5 years
Making music that I wanna hear
I don't think I belong here
The comments bounce right off me
It's only up from here
The opposite of kamikaze
The lonely moon is watching
He sits alone at lunch
He wasn't good at stuff
But music invaded like parasites into open cuts
I got alot on my mind
A lot of lone timе
So I'll take what I'm given
Like free music in 09
I trancеnded into something way more than just an introvert
Spit a little spoken word and now this fucking lifes absurd
What could have thought that I'm a little more
Than what you said on that blog
Good morning
I'm ready for something
But they told me that I should stop
But that's okay
In a sense I agree with them
Look at all this time I've spent
Look at all these awesome friends
"Wanna link and build?"
"I think your sound is great"
But I don't make mistakes
Living in misery like I'm Kathy Bates
I'm camo so the world can't see my face
Always missing your calls
You know I hate to communicate
I just wanna plague the Internet
I'm trying to figure out how with music that I'll make

[LoneMoon]
Bens on like your go-to skater
You're writing comments up like a LoneMoon hater
Aye, I got a 100 problems
[?]
Looking white like a Stormtrooper
You look like a traitor
This is genuine, 100%
When you tell them where you are, you gotta know where you been
Always rapping bout a hater bouncing over my head
You tryna take me down with messages, I'll leave you on read
Crescent moons and the fireflies
Living constant
I got the shit that never dies
Listen to a broken record
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It took a version in my brain to open up my mind
It's been a while since I've seen you
It's difficult to see you
Cus' your lies can make you see through
Infedility precedes you
You let your shadow lead you
I can't stand to find to meet you
But it makes me sad to greet you
Uh, god
It's like a mystery
It's like a broken tragedy
Everytime I look into the mirror that's all I see
A couple broken mirrors
And thats a couple dreams
I wanna be second to none
I gotta come up like the sun
While y'all out here having fun, I'm working
I'm working
I'm working