The Lodge EXOCIETY (Ft. Airospace, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Rav & Scuare)
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[Verse 1: Rav]
Ay, naw, I still don’t celebrate shit
Got no finish lines established, need to build their destination
Hope never wins against self-hatred
Success is not a physical sensation, yet I still desire to taste it
Not sure if I’m allowed, or is pursuing folly?
The walls got arms and they pulling on me
Wetting wounds and scars when doing laundry
(Keep on fucking up!)
I’m a vacuum personified in a human body
I move tsunamis and I dwarf voids
I need more luck and I need more poise
Spent EXP on self-awareness
What a poor choice
To level up I will need more points
I need a potion for my sore voice
I need an antidotе to battle the poison within
But see reality is rathеr annoying and grim
I started off feeling sad and just over
In ten months, I’ll make a mil and feel exactly as hopeless again
(Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, RUN!)
I’ll take a perfect day and rearrange its shape
I’ll wear the crown and fucking hate how it frames my face
Guess celebrate I can’t
I hear “good morning”, then I hate my day, ay
Ay, naw, I still don’t celebrate shit
Got no finish lines established, need to build their destination
Hope never wins against self-hatred
Success is not a physical sensation, yet I still desire to taste it
Not sure if I’m allowed, or is pursuing folly?
The walls got arms and they pulling on me
Wetting wounds and scars when doing laundry
(Keep on fucking up!)
I’m a vacuum personified in a human body
I move tsunamis and I dwarf voids
I need more luck and I need more poise
Spent EXP on self-awareness
What a poor choice
To level up I will need more points
I need a potion for my sore voice
I need an antidotе to battle the poison within
But see reality is rathеr annoying and grim
I started off feeling sad and just over
In ten months, I’ll make a mil and feel exactly as hopeless again
(Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, RUN!)
I’ll take a perfect day and rearrange its shape
I’ll wear the crown and fucking hate how it frames my face
Guess celebrate I can’t
I hear “good morning”, then I hate my day, ay
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