Lil Ugly Mane - Persistence

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«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
Funny how the hours stretch and melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Everything is very temporary except decisions
Just a navigation of this future I envisioned
Humoring these people that too stupid to be living
An arbitrary figment
A movement that I never was
Obvious when people seem different than the rest of us
Or think less of us
Only hoes I care about
Pumping in the pipe fumes
Car running, windows up
Hoping I’ll die soon
Night time
Eyes dilate bigger than bike tubes
That’s the reason that I stay up past the sunset
«I liked your record! Where’s the new one? Is it done yet?»
Problems that I run from impossible to sublet
You don’t want them either
There’s a fever in the subtext
Boiled all the mercury
I questioned what it’s worth to me
Hard liquor fire breath
Slurred dialect
In the mist like Bix Beiderbecke
With overdose side-effects
Probably take a Prilosec and try to get some rest
Cut the Midas fingers off and never sign a check
«What about your future?» I-D-G-A-F
World so cold I can see they breath
Feeling like distance is a bitch to express
Pissing upstream when your dick is erect
Or when you’re picking up steam and get a fist in the chest
I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
Probably never make it home again at this pace
Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
Probably never make it home again at this pace
Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
Probably never make it home again at this pace
Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
Probably never make it home again at this pace
Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
Persistence of a memory
Persistence of a memory
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»
«—this melancholy»
«—and melancholy—»