Trying get things tight how I want it

I'm concocting feeling like a mad scientist

Keep chipping away

I'll finally break through

Get tired though sometimes and think why bother

Can't help it inside like a movie a horror

If I ignore it and don't do what needs to be done

Out of control

That energy

No beaker or Dexter can hold me

I'm the brain that's succulent share them beats

Taste like Gouda meditate with that Buddha

Killah arching smoke never arrow me

Narrow the path may be

I clutch Guiness I'm a genius and belch barley wheat

Coastal my feet touch by WiFi

Goldie locks not on the island Gellen but Ellen be eyes sky

Parachute escape doesn't negate popsicle fruit rollups a...

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