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[?]
Huh? Oh look a mark!
Well, how about a band-aid?
Here, it's yours isn't it?
There's more than half left, chief

[Verse]
Petals sproutin' outta concrete sidewalks
I let my pen touch, like to see how my mind talks
I learned a lot from probin' up the cerebellum
I know that it's all fake, but I don't fuckin' care to tell 'em
I'm caught up inside my own hype. I'm pro-life, I'm pro-death
College drop-out that likes Flocka and Mos Def
Never had a job I liked; I tolerated
Life gave me oranges, I concentrated
Let the blunt burn while I'm sittin' contemplatin'
Voices in my head makin' cryptic observations
Tryna do the same shit to fit the population
Distraction left and right, causin' discombobulation
I miss playin' spider solitaire
With pockets full of monsters, livin' life without a care, yuh
I miss VCRs and heavy TV sets
Saturdays screamin' I wanted to be the best
It's summertime in the hot borough
I got a girl comin', she wanna watch Guro, uh
Still rockin' buckets like they're never goin' outta style
I said my peace, I guess that I'm forever mouthless now
Hello face, have you ever met the loudest loud?
Lens forever tinted stuck inside a clouded shroud
I fucked up...
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Huh, you know I don't like sour drinks