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As I realize there’s nothing left become one with the universe I’m the fucking best 

Don’t come at me I’ll fucking murder you, hurdle you like obstacles, 

I’m the variable and aerial like anchient texts straight from Sumeria, mesopotamia, secret to happiness 

 from the misconceived, not to be believed 

Meditating, contemplating, demonstrating acts, be the best to be

Me and the squad we chillin sipping tea 

And we fucking bitches cuz there ain’t no life in me 

Uh uh


Shut the door, a metaphor, this crazy life of mine, 

a resrivore, for suffering 

Just tryna rise and shine, stuck in this life of mine, love is hard to find. That shit will make you blind. 


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