Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
Mama’s boy once, but now I’ve learned to speak draconian
And this is all for you, another tattered kite
I feel it too, this is a beautiful and tragic night
All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to trauma
Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
Digi the cause accoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture
I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better
Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
Seen where the suture stitches knitted, slipped? I’m with you baby
Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
I’m tired of sitting here pretending I’m not fucking dangerous — El-P, “Run the Numbers”
Mama’s boy once, but now I’ve learned to speak draconian
And this is all for you, another tattered kite
I feel it too, this is a beautiful and tragic night
All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to trauma
Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
Digi the cause accoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture
I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better
Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
Seen where the suture stitches knitted, slipped? I’m with you baby
Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
I’m tired of sitting here pretending I’m not fucking dangerous — El-P, “Run the Numbers”
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