Droppin' E

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Pulse called the cops, locks, bars, time tic tocks, counting bird flocks, going into shock, the clock stops cold, bold stories told, show no hold on reality, old flow know, follow gravity, go, bleedin’ cavities, slow-mo calamity, no black-out, concussion though

Droppin’ E, going blind, can’t see, smokin’ wine bush, fine line, Kush snow, weed
Droppin’ E, going blind, can’t see, smokin’ wine bush, fine line, Kush snow, weed

Walls melt on end, no time to pretend, spring to my feet but don’t know where I’m headin’, regrettin’ all the pills raddlin’ my stomach ache, faces, fake masks, places, heads off, flight around the room, zoom, duck, zoom, FUCK! They laugh at me. Is this happenin’?

I grab a broom, “vroom” out the window and change the tunes, soon to arrive and maybe arrive alive and doomed, save a life a little time, express line paired with a mountain climb, climb the clouds, proud, scream, white fluff avalanche, 3rd Season of The Ranch, where’s Fez? Where are my hands? Where are my pants? Is this France?

Droppin’ E, going blind, can’t see, smokin’ wine bush, fine line, Kush snow, weed
Droppin’ E, going blind, can’t see, smokin’ wine bush, fine line, Kush snow, weed

Strapped arms, sweaty palms, sirens or alarms, car horns like thorns do me harm and string along, of course, the dark force and force me to coheres and see. Freely where I stand, with my dick in my hand, while I stand where I stand with my dick in your hand.

But who are you? But who am I?
No really who am I?
I don’t know, though, bro, come on, yo! Let me know if you know, I want to know what you know.