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Bungalo - SPICE

from All Nighter Vol. 7 by FORM

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Not clever
Ain't too bright
Thoughts never come to life
Sweet nectar
Breathing spice
Slip between the guiding light
Sleep under sand in the sunlight
Each empty hand wanna feel some
Keep open plans for the weeknight
See my own demise gotta pick right
Right
Right
Right
Right

Right now
Needa pipe down
Cause you in the presence
Of the light now
Better type now
GET EM HYPE NOW
We don’t want ya business
Ain’t gon leave no witness
This a knife town

Oohh I don't care
Do what you want
Why you put me there?
Cool like dude
Lookin stupid staring out clueless
Man stop whining
Im on something else right now
It's a bad time
Boy stop prying
Highkey lying
Highkey lying
Hyped up
Try it
I could try it
I could try it
I could try it
Put it online
Stocked to the brim on time
Make your own clock
Tying up signs
Tell me dont stop
I wouldnt mind if the rain just rocked
Its all kind of the same icons
Face of mocking
IBM child
I be them blinds
Pullin them wilds
FINE
FINE
FINE
Mop in the pool
Woke mind in the cooler
Hide in the gruel
Fuck live on the stream
Don't lie to the fool
He don't know better
Scratching the itch
No I know better
It's so
Words in my tough
I'm bliss though
I click so, wrist bone
Flicks up, sis
Miss it
Lists grow
Hips go dipping
Didnt know it

I'm fucked up on my own
Too many pills I'm gone
I feel like I'm a-lone lone lone
Oh wait
Won't wait for me to die
I got tattoos in my mind
Twenty four to count the times
You ain't know, oh

You picked the wrong one
Rotten to the core
How we grew where there was no sun
Leave us out to dry
We go raisin til the morning
Hold on to them lies
Watch us thrive in the commotion
Commotion
Commotion

Every time that I try
All these bitches in the way
Every time that I lie
I don't know why I
I don't know why I
Every time that I lie
Every time that I lie
That I feel kinda safe
Every time that I lie I feel kinda safe
Twenty three whole years yeah im blind to the faith
When I turn twenty five imma cop me a Wraith
When I turn thirty five imma cop me a grave

I let emotions keep building up until I explode
Don't get too close to me
knowing what all my demons know
Chemical reaction, fuck all the distractions in my head
Cynical in status my spirit feeding off alive and dead

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from All Nighter Vol. 7, released August 12, 2022

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