Correction Lyrics Live From The Graveyard Soil by Kill Bill: The Rapper

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(Rav)
I can't complain, I mustn't complain
I mean, things are going good, right?
Maybe I need a day
Perhaps a couple of days
Or maybe it's just f**k life
In case I've been too vague or somehow masking it well
I'm unhappy as hell
Been thinking of blasting myself (POW!)
In an elaborate hell
Where I get everything I asked for
Feel dissatisfied still
Try holding on by letting go
And so I'm grasping this L
I can't commit to giving up, I'm giving up on that commitment
I don't really give a f**k
I learned to breathe inside this ocean of mola**es
Using pa**ion scattered air bubbles floating towards the pastures
Do I need more traction perhaps?
More stacks in my account?
More pats on my back?
More laughs when I'm around?
Or maybe I just need some sleep to let this vacuum elapse
Can I even be happy? What's the answer to that?
Opportunities keep knocking on the door and I ain't answering back (damn)
Oh well, that is just Rav
December's runnin' frigid, the dream is ending pretty early
My reality and worth has turned to casualties concerning
Surely I can find a way of some, lead me to a straight
I've been leaning on these reasons for nine seasons to the day
It's a bright evening, walk away like I'm seeming to be
Am I thinking to deep?
If I take a step back, gla** might just sink in my feet
There's a [?] speech
My feelsies couldn't relate, paces ill when we creep
Seek one to bribe
Spend the same drain just to lay when I weep
Shouldn't have smoked so much plain jane
My brain turned to leaf
Drank so much in my hay day, my pain went to sleep
Sleep so much, I just stay dead and replay what I see
Ain't no difference, would so much rather lay in defeat
I read distance, this shade is now the strain to be me
I might just lay here, it's half past thirty minutes to eight
I pick you up, we can watch the waves dancing on the riverside

I spill more weed off paper plates than I can smoke inside a decade
Another "f**k it" moment, tryna find the time to gestate
A paper plane inside a tree, another drone to drone about
All my worries poking out
All this out-of-focus grossness, groceries to the open mouth
I hope to find the luminescence
Out of step proof, just stepped in sunlight, just a ruthless weapon
In an open field with tire marks surrounding me
A dog without an owner, let his tired barking drown my peace
I let my feet touch lava in hopes of feeling something
I hit a peak I never thought I'd hit, that's really something
But I'm just feeling nothing, cool it's just another day
Making words rhyme, just to hear 'em, 'cause they're fun to say
Another way of life inside the purgatory
Speaking to the moon again, boy, I'm off the goop again
And I'm the heel, I'm Louboutin, I gave you every part of me
I couldn't take me back, so just gon' split me to your farthest reaches
I see we're back here again
Life's gotten better, when will disaster set in?
This ain't a battle, there's no asterisks, there's no practicing flips
You take what you get and let live (Just let it live)
Centripetal force keeps me cupped safely
But I got that empty feeling creeping up lately
Heart full, pockets suffice
Find fulfillment in many pockets of life
But there's no talking this right
It never end till it ends, though
Nature references don't bring me peace, don't tell me to breathe
I keep a steady count of sheep but still don't sleep right
Take solace in the company, I know everyone can see
Feel it growing inside like nights when you're alone, don't want to be
It's so clear when you meet his gaze, but flickers quick to insignificance
As routines and patterns switch and flip and whisk us back to ignorance
The waves I ride ain't different, how many days and nights swim by
Before I paddle off the shore and meet the fate that I've denied
And so it goes on and on and on

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