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Wormhole (prod. the Martianz)

from Analogues by Airospace

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lyrics

[verse 01]

all the homies need me smilin they dont want to see me crippled
bloody sickle like a sinkhole in my chest i feel a little
take my soul up out my ribs inject my thoughts into the fickle
turn the church into a martyr firestarter burn the picture
of a saint around the people speaking space into the seconds
empty moments run together bang my head against the nexus
contain my sadness and anger the saviour because i miss her
pull apart in the quake as i shake and my chakra fissures
if i ever got a second chance to stay in ICU
fuck that bitch fuck that bitch all those pills were cuz of you
no holding hold on the fact that my act is the leaving pieces
i'm a demon in humans clothing --- still no molding the skin to skeleton
filling this filthy closet i owe my soul to the moshes i'm nauseous and busy settling
very verily meddling -- all thoughts are irrelevant --
this is a sickness you know
feeling the ceiling is crumbling niggas are fucking with e-ve-ry bitch that i know
you is a hoe


[hook]

trapped in a wormhole
YAH YAH YAH YAH

[verse 02]

its foh fouty my souls lonely got no homies - i'm high
fucking with two As that were A grade so the stone thrown could collide
which of the two birds that had got hit were just too lit decide
if-- hes an old soul with a big dick or a biscuit with a side kick
and a lit lisp hid a full clip up his short sleeves
there's a no miss
imma jump ship like a skipped disc
imma skunk squares til the tip tips
and i hit dips with a white bitch with a fat ass that can suck dick
with a bad friend with a bad name showing no shame when the dick dips
been a sa-vage since biggies times
fuck 21 i'm 25
aint hold me down when the homie died
so i'm holding dope til my money glides
just get the feeling if i ever feel like
imma kill a nigga no holding in
no nothing nothing in the seven fates
of ascending face into cynics sin
i'm bestowing grace to my fallen state
enter meditate so my demons win
can't nothing fill all
can't nothing heal all
this time is dead
my skin'll peel off
and anything i ever do
will be anything that i ever do
and if anytime that i ever do
will end the pain of a bitter fool

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from Analogues, released November 30, 2016

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