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I've got no prize\nFill in the gaps again; nothing but time\nEverything gravy now\nEverything fine\nTell me that joke again\nMake this shit rhyme\nHold up; I don't even know what I'm coming for, what I'm running to\nWhy you all put on a show like you finna grow, what you finna do\nFeel like it's all in my head\nSlip off my fingertips\nLet my tongue twist til I feel a shift\nI ain't feeling shit\nWhy am I really pissed\nI don't even know\nI don't mean quit\nI've been moving slow\nFeels like it's all in my head\nSlower than I should\nStill too fast to get it\nI ain't feeling good\nBased on my acidic\nOutlook on this life\nMust've reached my limits\nIf I can't decide\nMaybe I don't get it\n\nFeel like it's all in my head\n\nEvery step I take, I feel my heels scraping bedrock, ah\nFroze in between modes\nWatch me decompose; what a joke\nSlide between 'em\nConfide; my demons are watching me\nI think I'm swimming in the ink I sold my soul with\nBeginning to think my only goal switched\nWhen everything was dark, you showed reflection\nI was guarded for my own protection\nBacked into a corner with my pride\nSelf-destruction was my only weapon\nBlur the faces at your own discretion; 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