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Romper Roomer, stock the cooler for the rendezvous

Pop the cooler, shot the rocket fuel in pamplemousse

I'm Rocky 10, type to watch a comet hit the common room

Rock a "stop the violence" tee and pocket-dial the Babadook

Comic-con-quistador, kamikaze, commonly

Referred to as the architect of modern lighthouse-keeper core

Ease into the graveyard shifting

State-of-the-art safeguard crippling, crimson king

Deep breath, poke his head up out the lobby

Check both ways, cheat death, any fugazi

Chia pet on parade in whichever gardens of Eden

You merely swivel the camera to see are part mausoleum

I am positively cold

Operatives like pennies in a pocket with a hole that we are dropping as we go

Knocking over what we must, piranhas to the bone

In under sixty seconds flat, can you honestly say no?

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous

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It appears I was wrong again, I fear I was right all along

That's why you gotta wait 'til the end

Credits scrolling, metadata uploading

Persona non grata all in the eye of the beholder

Betrothed to the game alone

Never show her the cards he holding

The GPS just on for show

I know where the fuck we going, whether rolling fast or slow

Those birds come home to roost like homing

No one sent for the raven before, adorn the jagged wings, a black omen

I keep a few moments under lock and key, it's for myself that I stole 'em

I build the same machines from different components

And act surprised when they turn on me, eyes glowing

The devil you be knowing

Russian planes darken the skies over Poland, yeah, we know them

My blood run cold once it gets heated

I see the exit and beat feets to meet it

Luckily or unluckily for me, my brain discretes any pieces

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous

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Crossroad intercept

Hyperlink it, winter's breath

For the record, I'm not sinking

Zigga-zigga twice, I'm thinking, but not too much

All the things I should've said

Tryna live on what was and all that could've been

Sandcastle in raised bed

Under scaffolds with duct tape on every joint in connection

My eyes never stray far from the exit

Bessie's TV always played the Westerns

Hot water, cornbread, pinto bean, there's always extra

Check for a nigga

Laughing at mall cops in vests, that really heightens security

Max volume forty, I'll be there shortly

Something to see if you see me, shorty

Split my pants on hopping gates on a walk to the bank

My kid wanna hear five minutes of funk

I would say the same thing, same age as he is

You ain't chef at 31

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious

10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous