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DareBEAM 2.0
03:37
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How dare you!
Guess today musn't be the time
For those thumbs to be
No no no no no no
That bicycle
Well it is mine
Those shackles are not decoration
Possibly check those eyes
If you were earlier
The golden brick road would be way more kind
Than i'll ever be
Mwuahahahahaha
The show is on
Tonight's the night
For social retribution
Oh how you'll feast their eyes
Things, things, meaningful things
That guy envy is sure an asshole
Who knew
Means, means, making the means
Bless your mother and bless her pour soul
Rest in peace
Ladies and Gentlemen
Tonight's exotic delicacy
Is brought to you by
The lust for amphetamines
Straight from the wild
This creature bears
No regard for those around it
Just sketchy vibes around it
Come closer if you dare
A U-lock prevents a potential bite
From this gentle being
It's sympathy's far from clean
Erase the debt
Compactors can
That box that you have created
Has finally boxed you in
Things, things, meaningful things
That guy envy is sure an asshole
Who knew
Means, means, making the means
Bless your mother and bless her pour soul
Rest in peace
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2. |
Maybe
03:03
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Id stay away from maybe
If i were you, you see
Nostalgia from tonight will reduce your fear to venture and
Through radical endeavors
Romance, and courage, and blues
Your Dreams of becoming you in a Universe full of friends
I promise you a lifetime
Of odyssey so prime
The first step lies right within those thoughts that self hypnotize
This may feel like quite the un-enchanted time to be
But hold your horses
Life will feel like loops of dead ends
You’ll feel the worst so you’ll know when
The good moves in
You are the benefactor
Of any goal and or wish
Beware what you hunger for you may regret your dinner plans
Neglect your heart for others
And i can promise you this
Your heart will passively purr your purpose as you pout for help
Failure is not exclusive
You have to fight for your right
Fail at something that you love or feel homesick with debt to the bone
This may feel like quite the un-enchanted time to be
But hold your horses
Life will feel like loops of dead ends
You’ll feel the worst so you’ll know when
The good moves in
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3. |
Tobeblunt
03:29
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That awkward silence with a lifespan lasting almost bout a week
But here it's been, almost a year now
An hour no writing deserves entire days
I guess for now the flicks are calling
An excuse is as bad a lie, yet I continue to believe
To live my life, yes I am waiting
Resistance reasons scheduling time to perfect
Pivotal moments in a natural way
Kittens there's no such hint, surprise
We're our own enemy today
Don't dare turn to vulnerable ways
Is bait for will for days, for days
Kittens there's no such hint, surprise
We're our own enemy today
Don't dare turn to vulnerable ways
Is bait for will for days, for days
Definite outcomes, oh perfection your lips they have been a treat
I bid farewell to the whole crew
Your viscous tenacity girl you can't be beat
You're in my head not in my heart
Even a floor square feet I sigh for, a niche for my will to lay
Its feet upon, New York I'm here to stay
Failures, they strive their best intentions every week
Go be the change, life is not waiting
Kittens there's no such hint, surprise
We're our own enemy today
Don't dare turn to vulnerable ways
Is bait for will for days, for days
Kittens there's no such hint, surprise
We're our own enemy today
Don't dare turn to vulnerable ways
Is bait for will for days, for days
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