Istasha
YOU FOUND A NEW CLUE
[Verse 1]
Salt cover while they wallow in their shells; It ain’t their fault
I’m not pretending I belong on top shelf
Fail to keep it segregate, wander into acidic personas I’m over
Sold that, drop that negative Logarithmic

False apostle; a moron but slave to nothing
Falling off no signs of stopping, knocking knees in shepard’s office
Storage walls oppressive, pushing on
Contortionist; aggressive
Folding that tissue, like origami of issues don’t miss you

Take a second of misuse like that’s the time you’re guarding
Leaking down in positions you wish you’d never gotten
Chalk it out it’s official, and scrapе the board apart and
At the back with the tеst tubes, a place you ain't forgotten
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