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Pos - Purexed Lyrics

I'm trying not to slip/ been trying not to lose
footing/
Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks/
and when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks/
stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like/
f
uck your skin nobody needs it theres/ Bones and
muscles and blood/
Whats realer than fat and tendons?/
Its raw no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it so far
flesh ain't the truest at all let's rip into it/
Were all sick of them missed shots/
passed over like the last man picked no team so pissed
off/
and/ thats not honesty/
thats just soft curves got your world flipped/
got you makin mixtapes for girls/
and thats the skin again/
let's blame the skin again/ stretching itself so
fluidly over these awkward/ ligaments/
and I didn't shave today/
I prolly wont tomorrow and its safe to say I'm never
gonna shed this extra (yeah)/

Chorus:
So fuck it back to the wall/
crush it/ laugh at em all/
hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/
something more than a song/
they hatin? Aw come on/
dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/
aw but then them words don't change/
we wont sing with what will fade away/
yeah we do our own damn thing/
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/

Aw but then them words they don't change/
we wont sing with what will fade away/
yeah we do our own damn thing/
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/

Verse 2
Of how tomorrow might sting/ at all/
in us we trust/ no rush for bucks/
no sweat just enough/ them words from love/ no hits/
I let the track stand/ like how it was written is how
it hit me/
or road cycle kids with the grip to skid a fixies/
a rouge wild kid with a stroll that let it roll/ like
whatever/
they kick that gingivitis/ them rappers got the itis/
catch me bumpin Isis in a crisis/
instead of watchin yall count and lead sheep at the
same time/
whats the science of that?/
I know the ( ) is sweet/ but where the movement at?
We in that coma capital/ spotless home team/
with hands steadily purelled/ germ-exed/
but never quite clean/ bloody as hell rarely will I
ever care (for that)/

Chorus x2
So fuck it back to the wall/
crush it/ laugh at em all/
hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/
something more than a song/
they hatin? Aw come on/
dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/
aw but then them words they don't change/
we wont sing with what will fade away/
yeah we do our own damn thing/
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/