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Ghost in the Tapes - Lyrical Fitness (feat. Joseph Wallace) Lyrics




I wanted to write this, to tell you I'm feeling so hyped up
I'm excited, so world hook my mic back up
Been feeling so lifeless, dive until you reach back up
Societies a couple hundred lives less this month
Been feeling so priceless, slow money's better than none
I've adjusted to the sun now that it's clear in the sky
On the road to nowhere, only searching inside
In the valleys of my brain, the planes there are so wide
Whoa, I can see the world, wormholes in my mind
Such a harsh terrain, we got the aptitude to survive
I react to stimulus, my organism's alive
Girl I'm feeling so live, divine feminine love me
I'd rather have a goddess above me
Tell your god he too ugly, tell him I'll judge me
He judged me, what's good; let's go get this money
I quit my job and it's lovely, but now my wallet is hungry, I ain't no yuppie
Till your label discuss me, you cowboy bitches disgust me
Even with eyes like a puppy, you knew you needed to muzzle me
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I wanted to write this, to tell you I'm feeling so hyped up
I'm excited, so world hook my mic back up
Been feeling so lifeless, dive until you reach back up
Societies a couple hundred lives less this month
Been feeling so priceless, slow money's better than none
I've adjusted to the sun now that it's clear in the sky
On the road to nowhere, only searching inside
In the valleys of my brain, the planes there are so wide
Whoa, I can see the world, wormholes in my mind
Such a harsh terrain, we got the aptitude to survive
I react to stimulus, my organism's alive
Girl I'm feeling so live, divine feminine love me
I'd rather have a goddess above me
Tell your god he too ugly, tell him I'll judge me
He judged me, what's good; let's go get this money
I quit my job and it's lovely, but now my wallet is hungry, I ain't no yuppie
Till your label discuss me, you cowboy bitches disgust me
Even with eyes like a puppy, you knew you needed to muzzle me
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