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Friends, I hope you | Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to | And friieennnddsss, I hope that
Friends, I hope you Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to And friieennnddsss, I hope that You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram In the cloak of night, holy water, folding knife Pants that unzip into shorts, plants you can smoke or apply Rolling bullies in a ball, pull an ear, poke an eye Focus any stooges out to multiply and cultify Palmed coin hands, Aes can’t join hands Quarter out a tourist ear, and steer 'em toward Toyland "Bon voyage-y" in my best Bugs Bunny voice You either skull and sword, or entirely null and void Sonny boy, I’m the worst vibe y'all seen Sewer caps pop off, birds sing the Jaws theme Sinkholes open, people jumping out of offices Some take hostages, others make offerings Ketchup on his A shirt, nothing up his sleeve Flying saucer in - what color you want it to be? That’s that future primitive initiative That VR simulation for some prehistoric guinea pig Time traveling Da Vinci flying his first drone Beethoven’s first Moog, Bell’s first burner phone Or Aes with the same frames he wore in ‘84 Ancient crystal on his neck from an adjacent world I’m so old I done come around the other side, young again Hunger of another kind, plug him in Son I get em ugly cryin’, I get ‘em calling home I get ‘em kicking dirt, intrinsically it’s all I know Friends, I hope you Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to And friieennnddsss, I hope that You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram I’m the fifth horseman, Tom any Jerry I knows how to bottom out and where the bodies are buried Where the friendly are goblins that gobble every copper penny you got Then check your pockets when your pendulum stop Then dig your plot up just to check 'em again Then dig the plot up again, there’s metal fillings we can swap for the rent I been anonymous so long I’m like a prop on a set I might start knocking on my coffin door; I’m not even dead Okay, stained glass windshield, block looking sanctified Angel-white lights, pedestrians get evangelized Vangelis on, out go the vandals Long night of throwing drop shadows on Sanskrit Scram, me and you and Shiva doing what Shiva do We don’t need an escort to your squeamish leader, peekaboo I don’t need a “yes you may”, already passed the best you got I’m in your kitchen checking baby pictures with your friends and mom First day of school, Pikachu for Halloween Summer camp talent show, photo on Santa's knee We yucked it up for like an hour over jasmine tea She asked if I would spend Thanksgiving with the family Same J-Fish ashtray I used to use in '06 fixed with Kintsugi glue Still catching ash and occasional chewed Juicy Fruit Learned everything I know from Scooby-Doo Friends, I hope you Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to And friieennnddsss, I hope that You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
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