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Lazy Eye (Instrumental)

My spirit animal comes with a pretzel bun

Troll of a treadmill, record on the Kessel Run (allegedly)

Edgy from elevensies to megabucks

Techies with the treble down, this is how we level up

Dead meat, time travel, pressure, and disease

As ushered out of two fingers pecking at the keys

The coping mechanism in his LMNOPs

Went from healthy to unhealthy to oh hell he never leaves

Cineplex Jesus, curse at the curly fries

Mulling over Chuck D telling me diversify

I'm at the Supercut souping up the wardrobe

Fourcast looking like Ganesh on four phones

HelloHelloHelloHello base camp space camp

Bass in your facefuck, brace for the rain dance

Back in the back of the classroom

After a magical nap in a vacuumAct natural

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for yaBefore climbing douchebag mountain I was skate or die

Started eating kale and came to terms with my lazy eye

Puttin on the yoga lady, cuttin off the cable guy

Whistle while you're waiting for your condition to stabilize

A/V cables everywhere, every piece of vinyl scratched

Mentholated tiger balm, Aleve with the arthritis cap

Irons in the niacin, iron quiet riot masked

Unabashed privacy expanding in a simulcast

Forty winks never the same adventure

Refreshing or this ain't the longest exorcism ever

In the end you gotta wonder if its even worth the effort

No stairways into heaven, you can step into the Escher

Some people have mistaken my allegience for a weakness

They fucked me up for eons, I wish there wes a theist

The type to fake his death and forget he faked his death

Show up on TV in the crowd at the AVNs (like)Act natural

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for yaSometimes I feel my heart putrifying inside my body

From diary at dark, to piety in the ponzi

On my better days they mingle and walk off into the poppy

On my worst, work is overshadowed by the monte

I had to buy some clothes that fit me and pretend I like agave

With a promise to his congress not to compromise the motley (in em)

Maybe I should kinda sorta move to Mars

I'm feeling kinda done, too many moving parts

The piss-poor vision is forty percent floaters

The kitchen is a chorus of glorious leftovers

The friends you confessed all the dark shit to

Would weaponize the information before we can send roses

And they want a little pearl and how we got to where we at

I can't remember where I am, I feel it's probably a trap

Balk with the lawless, cough in his notes

Walk on even when the walls hug his coatOh, and act natural

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for ya

Whatever that means for ya

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