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Correct Tiny Infinities Lyrics
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Correct Tiny Infinities
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[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst] [?] allegiance, flat Jesus Adam and Eve and barnacle breathing Under partisan particle leaving Case complacence, I'm stationed facing my maker Mouth full of braces, crutches touching under my ankles Barely a body, more just a screen with a hanger Anger a hobby, chose rigid gaps for slaver Task for labor, [?] where he tasers[?] Mask in the gutter with shea butter I shake, shutter Shiver in the river capsized The glimmer that baptized To simmer with tape decks Old heads relate well Peel the skin from the apple slow Slice my mouth in cold Knife breath rose deeper There's no songs left, just a fever Foggy blades I've eulogized Grave digging the supersized mind of gluttonous puns Dumb subtleties cumbersome Bed wetters are troublesome Past age six, I was already an old man with a death wish Now a middle-aged escapist with no room to grow Wombs[???] like rubrics cove Walked a maze in the garden rows Take my face from the shelf Talk to the lake and the elk They say the same thing "Where have you been all my life? My life, where have you been? My life, where have you been?" [Chorus: Busdriver & Hemlock Ernst] I was on that [?????] Letting my mind drift Girl do not trip I will not dip I was smoking that [?????] Letting my mind drift Girl do not trip I will not dip [Verse 2: Busdriver] Warrior one, the euphoria of the allegory is shunned, so pour me one You gotta have a dick that's twelve stories and forty tons to think that you the motherfucking one I'm warning and quarantined while boarding the morning sun You niggas are boring, I'm storing while courting your hun I'm from the roaring twenties, you know we get the shit done Now throw in a roll of twenties into a hot dog bun In an outdoor park, so I can do without your remarks When it comes to leftist yuppie squads I'm Groucho Marx So come to Cali and get served, fool At the rib joint you get served While we pinpoint that pinched nerve By chilling, puffing on a lit joint and [?] In an awkward spot I'm tangling my guts in an oxford knot Spazzing for a stomach full of water drops Man, I'm so raw I can't get a show in my own city Blow fiddy, so witty, control-alt-delete your whole city The console's mini but the soul's nitty-gritty Mississippi mockingbird landing on the turtles nest While ethnic whites bicker over who runs the world best Man, why you staring at my girl's chest, fool Yeah, uh [Bridge: Busdriver] You're cursing heavens from above Who you hate and who you love But you should keep them apart Because you won't dare use your mind the way no one can You won't propose the plan You won't dare use your mind the way no one can You won't propose the plan You were supposed to expand Expand, expand [Chorus: Busdriver & Hemlock Ernst] I was on that [?????] Letting my mind drift Girl do not trip I will not dip I was smoking that [?????] Letting my mind drift Girl do not trip I will not dip
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