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Dir. George Muncey
Prod: Elliott Elder
LYRICS:
(JOBA)
When I look at myself I see a broken man
Remnants of my pops, put the glock to his head
Nothing ever go as planned, couldnāt make amends
Forcibly pretend I donāt give a damn
At a loss, aimless
6 feet deep, suffocating
Canāt face it
Canāt change it
Aināt make it
Master plans by the Maker
I see no savior
Morbid reflection and stainless steel
Alcohol and pills
Deadly combinations left with nothing else to feel
A floral haven
Hope it was painless
I see you in the faces, places and my making
Reflections off a broken mirror
Fragments of my fear glaring back like whoās there?
I canāt stand myself beside myself, I see you there
I know you cared
Felt numb since September when I heard the news
What Iād do to speak one last time
Think I always will be haunted by the image of a bloody backdrop
Skull fragments in the ceiling, felt your presence in the room
Heard my mother squealing
Master of disguises
Ash to ash, dust to dust
Voids behind my eyelids
Blacking out, bleeding out
Silence louder than a twisted tongue lying
As sick as our secrets
Shadow people and needles fading through a peep hole
Bedtime stories from purgatory
I miss you
For the record I can fly
Around the world absorbing light
Somethingās missing deep inside
The light
(Kevin Abstract)
Something changed in Texas
Guess I missed the message
Look, I missed my exit
Iām livinā like a Jetson
I was broke and desperate, leaning on my best friends
Only shot callers I was around was bar tending
Aināt no love in this game, mama
This is not tennis
Take your shoes off, we just did the carpets in
I can take the hating
I can take the praising
Itās all noise to me
Iāll turn into Satan
Yāall stuck in the matrix
Red pill, blue pill
All these different faces
All these different cases
Shit, yāall done seen me naked
So imma wear what I want now and I aināt finna fake it
Thank God I made it
Thank God I seen God last summer
I was standing on a bridge
I seen all yāall under me
Know you are struggling
N****s out here juggling
Losing jobs and losing God
Everything is tumbling
Feel heaven rumbling
The rapture is coming
I love the attention
Iām a bastard in public
I still struggle with tellinā my mom who Iām in love with
Subtleties in between way these diamonds gleam
When Thanksgiving come around
I still donāt see āem
When Christmas come around
N****, I still donāt see āem
Told the world who I was before I got to know Ian
They gave my people money in exchange for their freedom
I would give it all back for a chance to free āem
@andromeda7674
3 years ago
type of song to hug joba to
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