Triptych

Get out of your bed man
Go get that check
Get out of your head man
Money’s already spent
If you don’t want the debt
Then you gotta go get

Stupid impulse
Fucked me for weeks
I am screwed
So deep
I just wanna sleep
Man, this is so bad

What’s it take to build myself up
How easy is it to lose it all
On this stupid impulse

 

Just another complication

There’s no time for contemplation
I don’t need your confirmation
Hit the road
Curb your urge
for entertainment
I’m gon’ set you down way down on the waitlist
Rid myself of all of your presence until I’m weightless
Push my heel on your knees and bend you to the pavement
Don’t come revving on my street, I would end you like the “cavemen”
Lost
to civilization
The final boss
Under my thumb, my subjugation

 

This ain’t a remix
This is ambition
I wish I was livin’
The top of the mountain
Measure in digits
But I never wanted
I can’t lose my vision
I wish I was livin’
I wish I could say I hated it

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