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Romper Roomer, stock the cooler for the rendezvous
Pop the cooler, shot the rocket fuel in pamplemousse
I'm Rocky 10, type to watch a comet hit the common room
Rock a "stop the violence" tee and pocket-dial the Babadook Comic-con-quistador, kamikaze, commonly
Referred to as the architect of modern lighthouse-keeper core
Ease into the graveyard shifting
State-of-the-art safeguard crippling, crimson king
Deep breath, poke his head up out the lobby
Check both ways, cheat death, any fugazi
Chia pet on parade in whichever gardens of Eden
You merely swivel the camera to see are part mausoleum
I am positively cold
Operatives like pennies in a pocket with a hole that we are dropping as we go
Knocking over what we must, piranhas to the bone
In under sixty seconds flat, can you honestly say no?

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous
10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous
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It appears I as wrong again, I fear I was right all along
That's why you gotta wait 'til the end
Credit scrolling, metadata uploading
Persona non grata all in the eye of the beholder
Betrothed to the game alone
Never show her the cards he holding
The GPS just on for show
I know where the fuck we going, whether rolling fast or slow
Those birds come home to roost like homing
No one sent for the raven before, adorn the jagged wings, a black omen
I keep a few moments under lock and key, it's for myself that I stole 'em
I build the same machines from different components
And act surprised when they turn on me, eyes glowing
The devil you be knowing
Russian planes darken the skies over Poland, yeah, we know them
My blood run cold once it gets heated
I see the exit and beat feets to meet it
Luckily or unluckily for me, my brain discretes any pieces

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous
10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous
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Crossroad intercept
Hyperlink it, winter's breath
For the record, I'm not sinking
Zigga-zigga twice, I'm thinking, but not too much
All the things I should've said
Tryna live on what was and all that could've been
Sandcastle in raised bed
Under scaffolds with duct tape on every joint in connection
My eyes never stray far from the exit
Bessie's TV always played the Westerns
Hot water, cornbread, pinto bean, there's always extra
Check for a nigga
Laughing at mall cops in vests, that really heightens security
Max volume forty, I'll be there shortly
Something to see if you see me, shorty
Split my pants on hopping gates on a walk to the bank
My kid wanna hear five minutes of funk
I would say the same thing, same age as he is
You ain't chef at thirty-one

10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous
10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious
10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous