Misconceived
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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
Anymore
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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