Top of the hill looks a lot like the bottom
Scrubbing DNA from the back of his fingernails
And here we can do whatever we want
And 7 minutes can feel like forever when I feel alone
And I can’t, and it’s written across the back of my hand
And it’s pointless and I can’t find my voice
And it the confines of where I hide
It’s easy to hate it cuz I don’t know it, instead I feel it like
Bum fried rice, homie
And it’s cum fondante, homie
He wants, bum fried rice, homie
Well God try and find us, homie
Bouncin’ off the walls, like I was avoiding it all
Like a jail that would run itself
I never had a friend like an imaginary friend
And if I had one then it was him
And it was you and it was me
There’s too many faces that I can’t see
The swan song to the Mall of America
And nothing made you smile like the sounds of hysteria
That floods in when I mention dysfunction
We’ll listen to the feng shui
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