Two Notes

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2Note
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Go for it
My charisma this evening, be knee deep in the ceiling
I rip you apart, belly rise, yeah, the jeans that you pee in
I'm a seasonal demon, I check wa-wa-wa-wait
Cleanin' my plates 'til they glisten
Lick 'em in sideways, figures of eight
'Cause I'm lightyears ahead like, yeah, ya dead, huh
I'm glad you made it for the saturated flow though
And that's a great approach but for the main show
I'm son of Vegas so my dominance is unobtainable, mate
Contacts be cataracts, your gang are rats
I'm Hades in HD, spread out the adderall
I see flames in red, I may even see the talking dead
Halo hangs off my rack of headshot, concealed in a cabinet, wow
Kinda funny I'm too clueless like Montana's Duval, poisoning dummies
Already poison in me from eating hoisin in kimchi
I stare into the void and say, "Oh boy
I don't got it in me." Ah, shit
You so damn obvious
I catch thieves in my sleep, I might start messin' with mafias
It's not that I'm confident, just not afraid of the consequence
Not afraid of the critics, I egg pipe all you mimics
Listen, 'cause I call to the crows, they follow me where I go
They help me remember faces and sing with me at my shows
I don't, don't catch bodies, no
I catch hotties though, in a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahoes
Yeah
Mr
Christmas Tree, I want you stand next to me
I don't want another year of lovin' someone who don't even know
What my existence do, how to make an entrance when you shine on me
Oh baby, you can try on these, 'cause I fly as bees
We could climb all trees
Yeah, yeah
More lighter than the story circulating from the lips
Tryna give her chapstick, forget her, now I'm on my shit
A rebel without a pause, a snooze without a quit
I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate
My dentist said, "Are you here for the sedatives?"
Uh, nah, I came for the crown, 'cause it's sensitive
I lean back, breathe in and wet the drip
Wake up with gold in my mouth, put in a apprenticeship
Before I start I hope I haven't bitten more than I chew
But that's the cold fact and every lyric's true
We leave the routed makers nameless, yeah, make stupid fakers famous
We like watching them, they do the stupid shit we don't do
Mayday, mayday
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I'm a psychic on the run
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Mayday, mayday
You in trouble, man
Daisy chainsawed your bubble man
Crazy rays pistol you, man
Hungry fans sent you stubble
I'm a psychic on the run, that's a medium at large
Stroke my ego in interviews, that's a media massage
Look how quick he leaves, huh
That's a Julian Assange thing, I'm quick to
Catch a snitch, pree my Harry Potter scars
Now we sit in a bar, open a bottle, have some Moscato
I'm a shadow in Colorado, the Rockies will fall undoubtedly
Avalanches surrounding me, it's a deadly
Combination, better jump on the count of three
One, two, three
Dancin' in the street, we don't give a fuck
They say turn it down so we turn it up
Keep it playin' loud so they call a cop
Are you gonna leave?
Say we will but we fucking won't
Dancin' in the street, we don't give a fuck
They say turn it down so we turn it up
Keep it playin' loud so they call a cop
Are you gonna leave?
Say we will but we fucking won't
Ugh, shit, what a tiresome day
You ramekin like a nice brûlée
But see, I, I got As all through my high school days
And when I, I say As, I ain't meanin' grades
I mean dames with braids and some Janes with mans
I used to sleep in geometry 'cause I ain't into shapes
Yeah, I'm on a, what rollercoaster?
I sip in the lyrics and put 'em up on a poster
Live it like you 'posed to, I see she be walkin' over
Tell me, send your girl a message and tell her that it's over
Exes and hoes, get up and go
Red is my rose, I eat breakfast in Tiffany
The rumors are true, man, you're not my cuppa tea
I like my own company
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This has been 2Note, thank you Shadow for having me
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