CVLT, ah
Eoh

I got degrees and diplomas at street corners
Thanks to this street I buy the third Daytona
Thanks to this shit, my brand rocks
I produced orchestra music without even a band
Screw those who thought I'd fall, I won't go broke again
Head above business all day long
Sometimes you let go, lose the path
If I died tomorrow you'd know who I was, not who I had been
I don't cry, I can't even, I smile with thirty-two teeth
Late night on the counter, on alert
I have to play dirtier than them
To manage the round I write stabbing bodies with a ballpoint pen
I'd like to know what it feels like to kill a man with bare hands
When I feel the vein on my neck closing
Before I go out I have these raw bars to put on the grill
With the intention of pocketing half a mill'

It's raining, I wonder how
I got here under the flood
Never knowing where, but only how
I take a spin with fate, I add up
And it goes like this, yeah

The only dream I had when I was a perfect nobody
Was to stay in bed all day and never work for anyone again
While I was waiting for the moment to say fuck it all
I locked myself in, but on the darkest side
My head is the least safe place, ah
I say thank you to those who didn't believe in me
To those who said, "Nothing special"
I say thank you, but not thank God
The only thank you I have to say is to me
That I followed my instinct, out of this fence
I put a gold frame around the picture of the situation
Which now looks like a painting, end

It's raining, I wonder how
I got here under the flood
Never knowing where, but only how
I take a spin with fate, I add up
And it goes like this, yeah

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