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dear reader, (prod. G91)

from calm as things better not to tell by Grosser

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god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?
god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?

loosen up, there’s too much stuffed
I took too much
show up stormy, don’t see nothing for me
how they gon complain?
to rearrange the strange?
they want to know my pain
i ask if they insane, hit a blunt first
i don’t trust nobody’s blood work
in and out of her like a cuss word, fuck worth
make em suffer, what’s first?
pills with the number
send chills to the lover
i swear that the point of this shit is to make em fucking wonder
god damn god damn

god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?

bitch if you were catching on
you’d be banging ever song
skip and risk to miss what’s going on

you’re blowing off with brevity, heavenly
tripping over density, dreadfully
the pedigree tendency is to be in cyphers endlessly
when all i see is jealousy
they leave without the empathy
my enemies steal mental energy that remedy the leprosy
tendencies that leave you stuck in revelry
searching for the weaponry
shit’s a fucking felony
chemically my specialties collectively gain
steadily and endlessly with memory pain
fill em with antifreeze kill em
blend em with dinner then spill em
it’s hard to disguise i’m a villain
i’m burnt with the lies that you grilling
dead spilling
a victim with vision im chillin, im chillin

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from calm as things better not to tell, released February 19, 2016

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