Hide myself like i always do, treat them like I always flew
Cruising along with all I knew, this wont rhyme like I want it to
Space funk top jam see me through, Packed on a floor I know I rule
Sweet ass no task minimal, spider shadows out at last
Truth hits like a needle cast, Mr Dry tie's gone as passed
As the nail sinks in at last, life ends with the hour glass
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