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My first impression Is your first perception Aware of all my indiscretions Your razor blades, cut the shades Open eyes, watching scared look afraid My past, trying to hide it all Chin up Need to walk tall Leave the book open Probably going to fall Back covers description sets A portion of my life's regrets They feel a need to dissect Every portion of my intellect So call me skitzo or call me nothing I got to be me or you know I'm bluffing Insanity of truth I keep stuffing Cause I'm a little crazy But it's the skitzo that made me So go on and try to break me you'll just irritate me Cause I’m as real as it gets And your all faking I’m deep underground And your all mainstream Everyone wants to be on my team They want me like dope to a fiend But I ride alone On my myself I lean
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Not bluffing
My first impression Is your first perception Aware of all my indiscretions Your razor blades, cut the shades Open eyes, watching scared look afraid My past, trying to hide it all Chin up Need to walk tall Leave the book open Probably going to fall Back covers description sets A portion of my life's regrets They feel a need to dissect Every portion of my intellect So call me skitzo or call me nothing I got to be me or you know I'm bluffing Insanity of truth I keep stuffing Cause I'm a little crazy But it's the skitzo that made me So go on and try to break me you'll just irritate me Cause I’m as real as it gets And your all faking I’m deep underground And your all mainstream Everyone wants to be on my team They want me like dope to a fiend But I ride alone On my myself I lean
alex-gregg
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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