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This zen marks the end of the dead depression
The regressive dead end that I lived in
Big words mean nothing but I'll use them anyways
Meditate masturbate where's the end then

Sing a song so sing along
Remind me lines don't get them wrong
Don't forget to light the bong
Pass it as she hits the dong
Long Dong Ding Wrong
Sing sing sing along
Just remember little lizard
Remember where you came from

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With nowhere to go I'll dig a new hole
I'll go to china if i keep this up
The shovel bleeds as it's blade breaks
The dirt's thirst is gone, what luck
I gotta admit though, I fucked up
Goodbye for now, good luck
I blame you and me for this rut
But I blame me for being a nut

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Waiting for the day when the thoughts fade away
At the beck of a name my mind will only draw blank
Memories no more for they're just a bore
Mocking me rather than what they should serve
(Speed gets momentum as it builds up for a drop)

I bust outta my cage in a bloody fuckin rage
Shouting bitch shit cunt dick get outta my way
You didn't owe me shit
I was lookin for bliss
But you had to bend over and take a fuckin piss
Memories memories what the fuck they mean
I wasn't lookin for a chance but you treat me like a fiend
Where you're the fuckin drug but I didn't want that
So I got a fuck you, so um, fuck you back

Waiting for the day when the thoughts fade away
When you don't mean shit but that's pretty far away
I may not hate you in fact I like you
But probably in the end I just wanted to fuck you

I don't see why you couldn't just say
Bitch get away but no come and play
I played and you pissed so I acted like a dick
Called you a cunt now I'm in some shit
Atleast you blocked me cause then I'm good
No more talking to an empty screen dood
I just wanted to put my mind at ease
But you didn't care, what a surprise, I concede


There I wrote a song for you on my "diary". You didn't have to be so cold. And thanks for blocking me, seriously, Second best fucking thing because if I'm blocked even if I want to bother you I can't. I just wanted closure, you coulda said to just bother you some other time or not at all. You didn't have to play some fucking game and confuse the shit out of me. That's why I called you a cunt. But whatever, I'll just work on leaving you out of my mind by myself. Fuck you, whether you've read this or not. Oh and, fighting gets me horny.

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Astral projection of my mind's rejection
Rejecting the memories of mammary relations
Relating my emotion to the  motion of time
Timing my life while looking for signs

Digressing regressions of temporal lines
Learning that lives lived are actually lies
No love is real there's only just lust
And dipshit idyuts looking to bust
Bust bust bust
And a bang bang bang
Skeet skeet skeet
Repeat my mayne
Without the juices you'll go insane
Oxytocin overdose flooding your brain

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Serotonin mindset for the euphoric state
Living for tranquil long lasting days
Missing a girl like I'm missing a piece
So I project my mind like I put it on lease
Leaving behind the global conscious scale
I left my mind all across the world
Hexagonic patterns of temporal lobes
That makes sense
Or so I'm told
Maybe this spirit shit is just bull

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Ugh Summer

So I'm both looking forward to and dreading the summer. I've been having a lot of trouble finding a job and even if I did I would still have more free time than I do during the school year. That's shit because then I have more time to wallow in my self-disgust and loneliness. Despite my ability, not discusses here, to move on to pursuing other people I still miss her a lot. I'd say "Blue" but she goes by Echo now I think. I just miss the wackass conversations we'd have and the fact we used to entertain ourselves with practically nothing. Nostalgia's a bitch isn't it. As for the positive expectations this summer I'm gonna start going to festivals, in fact I'm going to a campout up in Maryland this weekend. Besides I can get a start on my notoriety as a glover, I can help spread my new, and final, name , "B LAZ E". Pronounced Be Lazy. I'm going to have a mixtape by the end of the summer and start making and selling shirts also. I already have 3 designs made and working on a third. I've even got a title for it, trip art. You can check out the songs I picked for my mixtape, "The Accident EP" on the right where I put up the 8 I picked. There's a lot of profit projected from making it as a T-Shirt designer, which could fuel my rap career as well as give me walk around money. If things manage to kick-off this upcoming summer will be busy, but problems will still arise. I do hope she'll eventually talk to me, how I don't know. I think she would if I had the balls to open my mouth in person, but I'll remain a coward about that shit for awhile. I can't always be a prided brave dipshit.

Hippy Hop

Older than the ancients but younger than the states
I'm feeling like a flagship for a new race
I race, to my friends and family
But hurl out my brain cause of the famine
I'm jammin and slammin and crammin my thoughts
Into a new case while the old ones rot
Rottweilers barking for me to run
So I got on my feet fore the morning's done

I'm a hippy hop artist that's spirit is one
With the earth and the body but isn't done
I'll play this game that's never won
I'll enter second before the dead sun

I dress in bags all around my chest
My pockets have pockets and pockets like that
With a rock on a string tied round my neck
You'll laugh a little when I nap on my deck
And I'll deck any fool that tries to fuck with me
I'd rather sit tight but when I stand you flee
Preaching nonviolent violence murdering with a breath
You'll wish in the end that you actually met death

I'm a hippy hop artist that's mind is done
My spirit's grounded to my body as one
I'm entering second and won't finish at third
Good thing there's no end, game's flipped the bird

Take a lick take a dick you'll still make me sick
Be nice be cruel but bad endings for you
I fear for this race cause it's come to a halt
In the mental development but that's not my fault
This progressive regressive contagious disease
Like religions and politics spreading with ease
More minds can be closed than the ones that I'll open
But imma keep going for those willing to listen

Fried Ends

(Chorus)
Friends
Friends
Buddies til the end
Or until we're no use
Cause benefit's what it is

Yo I got some fried ends
But they don't really smoke
They kinda just sit there
But they're chill ya know
Of course my stoner brothers
Are there still though
So everywhere I go I got some tree to toke

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Mary, Molly, Lucy, and a heaping pile of K
Gonna smoke it drop it bump it and then I drop the bass
I'm gonna hard candy flip and then I'll flip shit
I'll have a mental break as I roll with it
Feel the iron on my hip
Poppin caps in the air
Gonna give a lick
Get some tabs man I'm there
This land that is living is the trippiest shit
Once you close your eyes and think about it

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The Sing Along

I've been sick for days
I'm saying things in my head
Not saying I'm crazy
But I might need some rest
I might need a hit or a line or some shit
To get me off my ass
Maybe you on this dick

Someone pass me the bong
So I'll talk better in the song
Just light it up bright
Puffing Passing, sing along
Hit it once hit it twice
Hit it three times
That's wrong
I guess I'll settle for some tabs
If you'd care to trip along

The colors, The painting
The bended blending of blight
The black holed yellow and it's mixed with the white
The green drips down over hues of everything
This pictures got depth but I'm tripping this thing
The blue's seeping in you can taste it on your tongue
As your drown in the colors but the tripping's not done
Will you wake up? Is this a dream?
Or is this the nightmare that you love
Man, That's weak

Someone pass me the bong
So my memories aren't wrong
Just light it up bright
Puffing Passing, sing along
Hit it once hit it twice
Fucking shit I dropped the pipe
Fuck everything
Fuck the song
I guess for now I"m done