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Classify the mission as a gong show
Now stranded on a planet full of dark smoke
Claiming that nobody will be harmful;
Claiming that nobody will be harmed
So now can we ever trust this planet
That'll be sucking the very soul out of us
Never knowing if it'll tell us how to adjust to its gravity
Otherwise you're getting crushed like whoa!
Realizing that you're out of touch like whoa!
Sitting around and never doing much like
Oh, what can you be moping about?
You open your mouth, all we hear are broken accounts
Maybe I should burn another ounce, nitro
Doctor got me laying on a couch, psycho
I'mma be embarrassing niggas by shuffling all around
Seeking clarity by wildin' out

I'm so washed, but never clean
Probably the saddest sack that you'll ever see
Nightmares increase, and yet I never dream
Completely misusing every bit of energy
Desperation is upon us now
How do we dig out of this quandary?
Every step has gotta count
This planet'll try to hit you with the run-around
It's got you willing to block out any other sound
And for a second turning the brain off
Leaving the Game of Life and not returning to play
Now it's eating me alive what I'm always yearning to say
And all of my ambition is slowing burning away
Am I glad to oblige to be passing the time?
So happy to fade away and be the last of a line?
Worrying all about it's got me out of my mind
No longer thinking about how I'm gonna survive
If I'm wildin' out

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from Outer Space Smells Like Barbeque, released October 3, 2019

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