Hands still smell like resin

Posted at the 5 still alive like

Yup

Hands still smell like resin

Burning like a Buddhist while I think of Armageddon

Armour laced within in it coughing karma in his sleeve calm it

Like is it wrong that every song longing to go reach that summit

Like wait, wait, yea i speak a lot

These habits i just teach about

Wit Judgement clouded

Blunt went out like nah I surely I doubt that now

The rest is out wit

Just that up (up) out the house shit riding till i burn my outfit n turn the wheel and lose them outfits like it's really nothing

Say y'all dope but yet y'all really bluffing

Say y'all smoke yet you really bugging

Like Fetch really runnin for the spot that never coming funny I think nothing of it

Look see Everydays the same

Blunt full conscious

Mind rotten from the contra

Spine caught inside the mantra

Time lost aside to conquer

Signs find it in the commas

While I fortify that quantum, have you ever met a physist so sharp

Pine ignited

Finding time all within its writing

All to feel it blinding trying find how I’m shinning losing faith in how rhyming

Different day start implying that I’m dying for change watching smoke hit the rain while I’m frying

Buying more moments

Chillin still I’m smoking

Try keep me open

Plenty that I hold in just use it my weapon

And Hands still smell like resin while I

Burn leaf the demon keep the peace peace the meaning

Been beneath dead since fetus smoking paradoxes

Comparing this paradise

Apparently there write a clarity fear I might

Dive off the deep end

Cause Never will i get it never will I want be them

It's Nothin I compete with

Yet it's something that Need

Weeded whippin in forgein forging out hundred Gs wit

Or maby million and some in the ceiling

Flow dirty as the block watching cops hit the building

Now Watch that build in hoe

Yea

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