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Toussaint Morrison
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Lithium
If I close my eyes it won't be for sleep If I come back, it won't be for peace My brother Steve asked me how you hustle harder without gettin' your hands dirty I told him 'I don't know, I haven't planned past thirty' I courted Death herself, we're past flirtin' But told her I can't go Thanos or mass murder It's easy to see hype's a fast worker When the audience can't see past the curtain Suicide's on the same side of certain The only difference is the other doesn't plan further I stand firm in the pasture of last worders, Anticipating fellow working-class servers to go berserker Table turn the burners, state it firm with purpose And give it to'em with a vengeance in a whirling durbish Black everything, black Jack Purcells A half-a-step away from goin' Josy Wales The liquor store turned holy grail In a middle class heaven built on a homeless hell And I'm headed to the bar to write, café's closed I don't mind the pub coffee tastin' luke warm and sinful I sip slow, they say the end is close I tell'em what's the hold up, somebody get it goin' I got peeps on meth cos' they can't afford the heroin Shin splints walkin' up and down Lake st. Rehab and roof, he doesn't care for it Smiles, and says he'll kill a man to make ends meet I smile back, cos' it's my only move Who am I to keep him from takin' a nap in a burning room No one said you had to give a fuck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But don't act like the gutter's what you want If I close my eyes it won't be for sleep If I come back it won't be for peace I came to do what I came to do And that ain't to prove to the likes of you Ashley says I have a dissociative disorder I check out at the moment's it's most important So, for now I'll let crazy call me crazy Give'er my name, and tell her 'Google me, maybe' Nothin' short of lighting fires at the gas station I can introduce to new methods of rehabilitation duce you to the darkside of the darkside of makin' Decisions that'll resonate you long after you cremation
This is happening, there's no damage controllin' it The diagnosis doesn't match the dosage Save your street credit, I work for the hopeless Rock-bottom-state-of-mind rollin' stoners Turn the volume down and the noise to dead I can hear you 'less you speak over the voices in my head You wanna chat about divine logic First, explain to me 4-year olds on anti-psychotics If I close my eyes it won't be for sleep If I come back it won't be for peace I came to do what I came to do And that ain't to prove to the likes of you
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