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fists up, sadboy
03:46
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im coming to realize that sadness is unavoidable and also exploitable,
you gotta really try, it's madness,
flush me down a toilet bowl, I've had it,
it's time to move onto the next feelings, you can catch me in reeling
wishing i was dreaming, itching to be sleeping,
bitching every time I'm leaving,
No sense of directions, should I mention my predicament of pretention,
their raps are ligament connections, keeping me from rejecting the world,
and it's problems, this is just another feeble attempt to solve them and my dejection,
I used to have regal locks but I chopped em,
to cop a job, it's no problem, I'll change myself for standards that're locked n,
I've less respect for the times I'm bobbing in,
and out sometimes I shout fuck Darwin
craving something, I didnt know existed,
fronting all these feelings, just a mixed man questioning his existence,
is the hand we're dealt fixed? is there any chance of fixing it?
i could be different, i could also be the same
either fucking way, would there be no change it would still be today
this dismay may lead you,
to better meadows where healthier seeds grew
im just some clever fellow,
who jots it down to sounds so mellow, who needs you
but really im disheveled, hello, im see through
this is king couch, of all things dont let sadness be your doubt,
cause its happinesses equal
get them fists up, i want to see your rings
its okay to mistrust, every fucking thing,
get them fists up, i want to see your rings
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the plantain song
03:15
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sandcastles from snowscapes,
trip me, im wondering how the earth tastes
thinkin back to the first dates, with first rate first mates,
dirt for desert, no need to parlay
anyways at any rate, i'm shifting looking for familiar faces in the distance,
it's all silhouettes, I'm feeling shifty this instance with no regrets
i regret not speaking up in that room with the elephant in it,
irrelevant words to keep the conversation continuing,
I reap the benefits of merchant service telemarketing,
Yes this is KC calling, im wondering if Martin is in?
I'm searching for nice conversations,
no ulterior motives hidden, altogether no motivation,
ice the brain, it's melting from boredom and over contemplation,
this rapid decay of my psyches meditation,
I might be a potato or some other starch, a root,
maybe a plantain or maybe two.
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3. |
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WILD DOGS IN KENNELS
YES MAN BULLSHIT THO
EMPATHY WILL EMPTY OUT ME GUARNATEED
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though dark days may be coming, i have been summoned
from unknown plains, to tell tales of copped loots and gains,
dark alleyways, all aligned with scriptures
and prophetic pictures of the past,
i was standing there aloof, fucking aghast
if they had been through that, how can i not go through this,
i'm shifty to shift from decided sentences,
a life sentence is much more than you can think,
rusty chainlinks, dirty washroom sink
there is more under the floorboard,
score where my next hoard is,
you could be the next man through my door and still,
you would have to take your shoes off
still you would have to take your shoes off
still you would have to take your
still you would have to take
still you would have to
still you would have
still you would
still you
still
yes i could.
tho dark days may be coming, i have been summoned
and tho dark days may be coming, i have been summoned
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5. |
can't not try
01:05
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if given the chance i wonder if i'd still be here
or if I'd give it all up to disappear into nothingness with no fears
this is what it was like before, each step was heavy
questioning plenty, overwhelmingly honest with envy
frienemy with henessy, can't even remember a better me
battered and beat like tattered sheets, battery dun baffled me,
I'm bound to disbelieve two double-d batteries is all i need to power me
lucid useless and alive, you can move it or lose it
but you can't not try (x2)
it's why I'm kingcouch, my ass print is what's happening
i am kingcouch if you listen closely you can hear my sprints creek,
hear my lungs heave,
kingcouch is not above you he's just king of himself underneath all the self doubt
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it's all or nothing
it's all or fronting
it's all or nothinig
it's all or fronting
nothing is fronting is nothing is truthful,
full of truth the loop pulls me to say things I only thought i didn't know
before all of this it wasn't so clear or obvious
this wasn't instinct like greed or lust
this is therapy the leasts of musts
before this i couldn't bare to wear the hand cuffs
everything was different when you were here
my hand was warmer and everything was clear
clearly since then i just been floating like a lilipad on the most limitless ocean
im slowgoing, mellow like the waves
you could hail me the hermit of silly ways,
i have a knack for killing days,
im always willing to wait
feeling im falling to fate,
the more days i dwindle this pen away
when one individual's to need to feel acknowledged eclipses the suffering of all
what do you do then, who do you call
how do you tell the whitest pearl it's not flawless at all
do you say its the clam they were made in?
its been infected since day one,
standards festered in the waters that your shell came from,
every thought you've ever hads already been digested,
and interjected
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KC FREESTYLES STIGMA
02:50
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i been down two times
for two times the crimes
that a white man done.
doesn't matter where you come from,
i got a 20 in my wallet,
my ID, pop rockets, still
ima get stopped for having ill,
manners or misdemeanors,
we saw someone like you,
stabbing, grabbing, thieves
or maybe just believers
i'm sipping dr. pepper by the fucking liter,
pass the mic to the next best leader,
cause king couch will come through
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