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Something, I'm one-daying it
And the sunlight really heps me
To a wide-wale bris of a wish,

The kind of souls that crush ice
Dig nothing more than ghetto
Adores osmotic pressure

For I have taken the subway
And the paint's in bits
On the balance of the morning.

When you go back to nap
In the distance you could teach
Even me how to increase

I'm confident the dreams
Will straighten and buzz.
Stray day, off my back on yours.