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4th Quarter Collapse
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July 2011 Eyes proved the type of projection my thoughts adore,
all kept safe and organized behind a 4 lock door,
whats more i tend to drift off every single hour,
memories never chew more than they could devour,
blast my music and leave for my home world,
leave my corner uncurled, world twirled so i hurled,
no mom around to send me to Samoa, not Earl,
just some girl stuck in my clammy head, shot pearl,
damn girl it's been long enough for me to move on,
trying to show everyone love is present only to be proved wrong,
same song, old dance, same bust, old pain,
exterminating roaches just so i can keep sane,
mixing rum and pepsi so i stay outta my brain,
light up the roachkilla like it were the face of Kane,
you are like Lebron, why'd you show up for?
just to disappear 4th quarter, why'd you say of course for?
