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Pissing in the Fowler, did it live
When I lived by Howler, the Caroma met my eye
I felt like a woman, niggas told me I should smile
When I dipped my foot in, I disturbed the crocodile
Out there for a boogie, I was looking at a pile
Spitting fucking loogie and we’re moving to real life
Then I said “excuse me”, I must not have heard you right
Cunts are fucking choosy, must have had it pretty nice
Cunts are fucking loony, thought I saw the lunar rise
And I’m stupid, feeling goofy, fortunately didn’t drive
And my fortune is elusive, maybe one day we’ll be fine
And they’re cutting back protrusions, didn’t want to be that guy
When you tell them how to do it, cunts will lose it at the sky
And I know the feeling too: when you’re praying and it’s quiet
And it’s life but niggas knew it, no use acting like a child
I did what I could do
Since it was sunny, made a dial

When it’s there in front of you
Running to your doom
Thought I thought it through
Cunts are fucking rude!

None of them talk my language
None of them cracked my code
Wrote it down for my grandkids
Learned the script from my folks
None of this shit was average then
On me, shit no can grow
Found us some peace on further lands
But they need us back home

I built my wings with wax
If the sun drowns when he heads down, that’s that
And it is what it is, but the wind saw me flap
Fucking drifted a bit, had to sift through the stack
And my liver is sick, got the gift from the pack
I was dodging that shit ’til I grew to a man
There’s a curl to the lip but I kept to the track
For a sec, for a bit, I avoided a clash
And I did what I did for the sake of the cash
For my girl from the ‘mish where she’s not going back
For the pearl in our grip, had to fuck up the clam
Haven’t made one wish, doesn’t work like that
‘Round 2006, working for my old man
In containers shipped off the coast: Docklands
And the fragrance sickening, smelling like trash
And the pace keeps quickening
Who could relax?

None of them talk my language
None of them cracked my code
Wrote it down for my grandkids
Learned the script from my folks
None of this shit was average then
On me, shit no can grow
Found us some peace on further lands
But they need us back home

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from STRESSOR, released February 3, 2023

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