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It's like I never confront
Smiling ear-to-ear, double thumbs up
Taking all my food? Got me dumbstruck
How're they leaving me with never even one crumb?
Now I gotta unplug
Step outside, breathe in fresh air, fill my lungs up
Now exhaling pure fire
It's a lot of fun when I gotta send a notice:
That I'm not the one
So check me suiting up with a pen or pencil
'Til my last breath, I get to clash with the elementals
It's Libra -- no longer to rep the middle
It's trash, leave it in the past, still I'm sentimental
Back then I used to get resentful;
Treatment on this world's never preferential
Used to struggle with how to stomach this
Now they're wondering how we're running shit

It's about time that I dropped that ode
To my state of mind when I crossed that road
Conceding was a crime, and I fought that fold
Staying on the grind 'til the spot explodes

With the launch codes within our control
Is when we say yes, or when we say no

On track to bomb that indecision
Right up off the launch pad
Through the atmosphere, never going back
Gotta know with clarity I want that real shit
Can't argue with the evidence
Or bury my head in a room full of elephants
Fucking with regret? I'd rather reminisce
All about exploring all these paths I was set against
See the green light, all prepared for the countdown
The engine is repaired
This isn't a time to clown around
If we truthfully ever want to get out of town
We're gonna need the greatest starship, pound for pound
Same as saying your energy: every bit of it's needed
Required in every ounce of sound
Used to struggle with how to stomach this
Now they're wondering how we're running shit

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

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