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That's enough And it always was But the truth of the matter was, Someone asked for it I was doing nothing But living my own world Until who came along And on the assumption that three man told me to run, I run along Now take that hound out to the back and shoot it *fucks off and dies* Take that horse right back to the barn and burn it down (i almost left the horse in the barn) Now take this damn hole out of my heart, Or just eat it out Or let me bleed Or tear me to shreds If all I need are some meds, Recommend the right color preference Another African American For reference Or whatever I'll get better quick with a mask on Just get to feeling suicidal besides my peloton before I ride on And just remember— that everyone out there Is everyone out there And everyone out there is on something. It's a cold fucked up world and New York is the stone where the heart should be It's a cold fucked up world And New York is a Puddle full of vomit For the icing on the cake That never happened Cause it don't make sense To buy an easy bake oven Living in a homeless shelter With absolutely no Potable drinking water Earn your heart ducts Or just duck tape them wall closed And work at the Walmart And sleep with the roaches And snitch on the rat And tie up the snitches with stitches And tie them to the train tracks Don't redact Billie the kid if you're infinite and just remember, The love left But I didn't {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.