At the lightest of day break I see things grow on my couch, and as those worms wiggle around my head, I bake the lakers fans with a kicking bass line. This shit is a bit tempting but I can't be convinced while your licking your own asshole. Pick the dole bannana, then eat it whole, or take this cleaver and go to work. My thoughts need composure to break this hollow musical inspiration.
STRESSED OUT
I Say it but it's just not enough.
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