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Diane
04:20
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Patryk: "We need to cook. WE. NEED. TO. COOK."
Diane, why were you surprised when he asked for your name?
Skin bathed in light, the moons silhouette making love to your frame.
Spent most your days wishing that his gaze would lay upon yours.
Sweet trembling flesh impatiently waits for the touch you adore.
He’s running your fingers through his hair now, caressing the curves of your body so slight.
Loving the snarl in your smile unseen, defying all rules of attraction. It feels good.
Diane you must feel something!
My heart’s not broken for nothing.
You said, “this aint the time.”
You said you took up cheerleading.
Cut down my deep rooted feeling.
I don’t think I’ll be fine.
These days can be cruel.
Diane, I’ve walked in your shadow for all of these years.
Don’t weep my dear; it pains me to see your eyes all torn up with fear.
Stuck to my conscious mind it digs, creating a neural network of loneliness.
Evading distraction, set plans of action, defying all my coping strategies.
Why is it so hard?
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Iron Kid
03:11
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Yo my slow flows impressively unremarkable
Wear it like a suit, everyday Tony Starkable
Challenging the game, got these drones on my radar
Boom, to clap, to snap back,
Sniped down, au revoir.
Funny you see me, expecting me to have turned out like you
Caught in a memory, mammary sucking originality
While I'm out here spittin' y'all the freshest flavours
Flavours to favour to me? Call me an innovator
I'm the iron kid, with the heart of steel: photon reactor wheel
I'm the iron kid, armor to the floor, fuck that I'll take you all raw
3 years from now, if I'm working at a desk job
Push a bullet through my head, quick lead, fed through a steel straw
Imagine life being trapped inside a cubicle
Letting time waste like that movie human urinal
Snap on my converse, converse with them pretty ladies
Show em what I mean, big roar! Check out my new Mercedes
"Can we ride it?" Fuck no, you'll wear it out again!
Imagine that, I compared my dick to a locomotive man
I'm the iron kid, with the heart of steel: photon reactor wheel
I'm the iron kid, armor to the floor, fuck that I'll take you all raw
I'm the iron kid, lungs of steel, drop kick to your glass jaw
I'm the iron kid, good or bad I'm the judge of your fuckin' ass
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Crystal Blue
05:07
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Remember when things were just falling in line?
When riches built bridges, spread warmth down our spines
And tireless nights made for mornings so dull
That I can taste the scent of sweet tragedy sugaring my thoughts again
Oh I’ve gone to a place, I aint calling home
Praise be to God
All my brothers and their lovers all left for the day
When Jimmy drew flowers I built hand grenades
Now I think about the life I had built for myself
It’s six by one in foot lengths and full of self doubt
Oh when I think of this life, I just want to scream
Why did this happen to- (me?)
Holiday, in my room. My love for her is crystal blue.
Holiday, til kingdom comes. Long live the king, the morning sun.
Lovers are trouble I plead to the state
These guns I was selling were distributed by fate
Alina forgive me if I’m not around
The cartel buried me six feet underground
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4. |
reprise
01:01
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I think I've found my place now, among the simple things I'm
happier for once
December don't feel cold any more, my lungs are warm and inviting, I'm coming for you soon
My dearest Diane
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