Fever Dream - PremRock/Fines Double.mp3

[00:00.242] Even all that which you don’t need
[00:02.507] See, you have sickness inside you
[00:05.803] I don’t…
[00:06.837] You’re addicted to misery
[00:08.934] Addicted to misery
[00:12.379] Every first draft during the fever dream
[00:14.360] All-seeing being, a bursting seam
[00:16.465] The ship sailed, the fat careen
[00:18.192] Second shift of a closed-down factory
[00:20.695] Wasn’t form nor function, public simply lacked the need
[00:23.745] Focused on your opus, Mr. Forest tracking out the trees
[00:26.946] I won’t adorn my words with beauty, please
[00:29.252] My characters can’t eat from bread of gold
[00:31.176] Living off bread and loans
[00:32.700] Food for thought, absentminded, sketch the vision never shown
[00:35.730] Starving used car lots, indentured to thе throne
[00:38.788] Downwind of atonement, opеn to postponement
[00:41.984] Half the distance to “who’s gold?”
[00:43.540] Offensive line holding fool’s gold
[00:45.503] Don’t feel poetic today
[00:46.825] That won’t get in my way
[00:48.203] I know if you know
[00:49.067] Sometimes it’s better to be led astray
[00:51.036] Averting gaze from the clever display
[00:53.017] Revoking flood insurance on the very day the levy will break
[00:55.994] Cheap tricks and how to lev-i-tate
[00:57.766] CBT fit for the dental brace
[00:59.431] Not deemed fit as far as mental state
[01:02.619] All you’re talking about, is like, your problems
[01:06.226] Epiphanies are wasted like
[01:07.619] Tony on peyote
[01:08.807] Hello darkness my old homie
[01:10.348] Hold me like you know me
[01:12.046] Or just duck me like you owe me
[01:13.457] Mother******, you’re lucky I’m so low-key
[01:18.122] Epiphanies are wasted like
[01:19.616] Tony on peyote
[01:20.847] Hello darkness my old homie
[01:22.430] Hold me like you know me
[01:23.951] Or just duck me like you owe me
[01:25.425] Mother****** are just lucky I’m so low-key
[01:29.233] I have solutions
[01:30.340] Much to unpack
[01:31.149] Thought bubble meet thumbtack
[01:33.022] Drum track nustle like snug a .22 gun rack
[01:35.958] Decide (?) what’s real or (?)
[01:38.114] Carnage maximize my birthright
[01:39.357] I didn’t mean to tarry
[01:40.734] The true passage lies
[01:41.905] Some wheel-less bastard eyes
[01:43.188] Poke holes in your theories, rat’s eyes
[01:44.683] Weary if you capsize
[01:46.122] Act your age, not your fabricated number of past lives
[01:49.159] If wishes were horses, bastards would finally get a ride
[01:51.091] But still lament the fact that mine’s got faster strides
[01:54.655] I’m at where the greener passion lies
[01:56.652] Spilled milk is Louie past your size
[01:57.848] Very little time left to fraternize
[02:00.162] Smile, nod, and hum like “That’s the vibe”
[02:02.104] The flow sealed trial for questioning time in real time
[02:05.031] Pay no mind to the guillotine
[02:06.606] Yeah, I believe they deserve to die
[02:08.444] And if they learn, for real this time
[02:12.213] Epiphanies are wasted like
[02:13.699] Tony on peyote
[02:14.976] Hello darkness my old homie
[02:16.621] Hold me like you know me
[02:18.027] Or just duck me like you owe me
[02:19.457] Mother****** are lucky I’m so low-key