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A. Head Jelly

from 2​:​22 by Zippo Hebs

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What is life nowadays?
And who do I owe for my breath?
The concept of structure these days has collapsed now I focus on death
Layin in blackness my soul need a breather,
Too many friends now my circle needs space
I bought some papers lets
Burn the sativa
Back to the habits that hold me in place
I be erasin current ties that bind me, find me in a
Zoo outside of time in the cosmos, hiding from
Evils prophecised we confide in
I don't play mind games
Only on this plane till my time up
Destined to be mentioned with best-ofs
Even when he flexin just to do it, he finesses em
My standing doesn't matter, I'll
Play you like a celesta
All those sour chords you hittin leave the wrong impressions
...... the day these spirits catch up with me
Hell's freezing, flying piggies seem
Uplifting
Under the ocean where we first emerged
Plan on takin over the planet coastin on emberous verbs
All these barbies around me I'm in an
endless swerve
Bend and curve, friend of earth, send the hearse to nine twenty-three
Teeth shoved together in my cheek
Cyclic existence has a funny way of manifesting
Time minus wasted,
Parenthesis experience
Times every progression,
The sum of bein earnest
Fuck ya OS's
snapchat deez nuts, bitch
I'll run this thing smokin
Backwoods, backpackin on crutches
I have issues that contradict other issues I have
sedatives for elephants can't even put a dent in my ass
I tell stories out of order
That's why I don't tell stories
Didn't have to forage far, the path was laid out for me

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from 2​:​22, released February 22, 2016

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