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'perfect.' Collection II- 'antithesis.' Track 02. -'perfect.' Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū Didn't you just say I lost my entry Or should I elate about Becoming the president of Ohio On hi hopes Really, I'm signing my heart out I don't care who you are What you are It's getting hot out Fly by The gym Dan wait, all I want is cupcakes And a cheese grater I should stay married My face makes a great punching bag And I've lost my mind I should share airtime With the finer ones We're not freinds if All I want is to fuck you And we're not fucking If I'm not models Let's go shopping I got so sick Of being stalked and followed For no money I just stopped going But woke up going full throttle Anyway, How are you? I'm still recording Just to prove my theory On how The world Really does Revolve around me Whether I like it or not I'm still not Fallon, Or Adam— But good one, goggles— for trying a hard ball It might have hurt to not for awhile, But I've got no patience For brainless. I've got no games And no players, Just hatred Let's think about real quick: What the fuck do I care If you win or lose?! You'd better not! I'm definitely disposable. A total useless bombsell, Mid grade, Short order Ugly by your standards, So excuse me, Ms. Lopez, I'm coming into hard times Stupid blue suit wearing— Where's season 9. Up yours. The voices in my head are God's They haunt and taunt But do not harm cachapas Lalalalala— “Prolonging The Inevitable” ENTER THE MUMTIVERSE: LEGENDS That's two songs lost, they said the same name would destroy me I don't know, I'm not the same as I was The songs are lost But sometimes they come back When I come around And say Fuck em Should out Kamala I don't mind the dark side They got cookies I don't mind the light side They know my colors I don't write no more songs I sit silent and alone, I get mad as fuck RYAN REYNOLDS you mean we're not really going to the mall?! No, Ryan Reynolds's, we're not going to the mall! You LIED. It was for a good cause. Get in the car. YOU LIED TO ME. Shut up. AHHHHHHHHHH STOP CRYING What if evil don't be evil on purpose What if all this stuff Is just bad timing I might call the cops on my own soul Imm tired though It's dark and old Riding round in circles In motorcycles No proof of purchase required What's wrong at all, I didn't call in no one's name No Calvin Klein models in my entourage — even the ones I want Especially those in fact No role models at all Just college student Motorcycles, motorcycles Hurt her more, okay? We'll pay you for it The doors slam And motorcycles Whether I not I go to the gym So why pray about it at all For it to stop if God's all back logged I got decisions to make in the am, Imm late on some deadlines; I'm only talking to a dead guy, If you're live, then, Ride up Staring at Manhattan From the redlines Mostly brown faces Neon eyes Brown bags They say, I could pay half price for a mansion —it has somebody handsome in it I should ask the crackheads For forgiveness, simple {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.