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I'm not entirely sure what I'm talking about at all times, but here are the lyrics if it helps! And don't hesitate to buy this when I put it on sale very soon. It was a simple mission on the moon one of the moons Maybe the moon of Atreus/ Too soon Making a mockery of the trajedy that occurred/ 300 scientists into demons/ 1 a turd/ Not one of them is Kanye's interview Your throat gets dry, "cough-cough" you take the clearview?" And in the Mahler silence it occurs You rip a monster fart Bird is the word Jesse Ventura gonna hunt Cthulu today Get bare chested cross his chest with a Machete You might catch COVID Heat exposure is a good idea Cthulu sneezing on a rock? boy, steer clear This shit that happen round my way's a regular occurence Because the same stuff just happened to my n-word Terrence A week later Masta Ace will found I bit his style Assuming Youtube metrics make me a star child So if you find yourself lamenting the death of great ideas like how Ben Franklin never heard Tears for Fears How Gundanium alloy's a ploy to defund steel And how Scorpion picks up women saying "Come Over Here" How the Catholic Church was never the same with "You Are Near" How Fleetwood Mac can't take credit for Edge of Seventeen How a blue meanie doesn't mean a weed stick Outboard compressors most of the time are just schtick It's a long time to figure out all of these problems/ I think the point is I was hoping someone else would solve em/ Like with racism and politics and social media/ reality is they're the same idiots we are/ Not saying that the universe is entropic/ But some sympathy with those we demonize's cathartic/ I understand many of those that don't get back to me/ I'm still confused by those that NEVER get back to me I had a fantasy when I was a kid that I would level up/ faster than the game of life did/ That life would keep upping the ante But that it'd seem campy in a long enough time brain moves faster than that/ I'm not saying the inverse happened That now my life's in shambles, smoke crack on the back end/ But the notion of progress is a bit skewed/ my music is an escape to just be in my mood