Flume sleepless analysis

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How to write poetry, this fucking world owes meĮverything I've ever wanted, fuck you and fuck your life That goes to you, you, you and all my homeysĬause nobody knows me, and nobody told me If you see me, don't bro me if you don't know me Start lootin' stores, kill whoever, I don't mind

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Mouth running, talking shit, cool it with the laxativesīut its time, to recognize Armageddon's signs What my real passion is, why am I so imaginative Outside of my flow, Do I ever get to know Yes no maybe so, now its time for me to grow This drug makes you hooked once, should I test it I see a star falling form the sky, should I catch it Jammin' in my car, smelling like teen spirit Summer 2012 its the year of the end, or is it?Įxquisite lyrics, you hear it or do you fear it Here we, here we go again, with my paper and my pen That's aiming for the top but falling from the roof

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Now that's the truth, I'm speaking for the youth Give it a purpose, cause life itself isn't meaningful

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