Fyre - Carousel lyrics

{G RIDER} Existence is futile Resistence, a new trial [appendence?] a huge foul My kitchen with new tial To upgrade and strive, to trick yourself achievement Weddings, baby showers, graduation, write your name in the cement To [?] yourself is called biologically To invert yourself is caused philosophically I'm waiting for the blunt, i'm waiting for the doja I'm waiting for the hunt, i'm waiting for the closure d**h, [end of?] victory, [that river?] to the ocean Genetic and kinetic, potential, and demotion Rocks on the water, lambs at the slaughter A young man's b**h is an old man's daughter {Swa*k} Now i'm a [?] logical as any other logical disaster I will be a fool [?] nature I will be [?] [people to rate what i love?] Like [politicians?] anything that life is made of Too many flaws on your buildings I travel in my sleep and wake up with answer that sweep me off my feet Their's a chopper in my sky gettin' lost in a storm [descend?] this world, b**h you'll never be warm I must [?]what you want to [?] [??? ] me too Don't know about y'all, but balls to the walls I respond to the moons, [? of a cause?] Bring us back to the rhyme and the art of cocoons [??] and [being that i'm black?] got you born in june Don't mean a damn thing but i was born around july

So roll up the weed and get hella high As we communicate [?] we can't identify [much is clear?] [?to the love for the life??] Of our own [reply?] I [?] See what i can earn from [?] of these rocks And1 get the f** off my jock, b**h {MXLPLX} All my clothes smell like smoke All my socks are filled with holes I'm so motherf**in' broke it makes me wonder how i goes From the curb to the gutter Back again, as me blows in the wind Like the [splendor?] falling off a haunted [doze?] travelin' Through the [effort?] never trippin' I suppose everything is gettin' better, forever outer exposin' [hear them reasons on the left which?] It's beyond [?] shadow I'm the hangman, i'm the devil I'm the [destined?] on the battle I'm the magician I'm the [emperor of?] existence In the dark, necronocturnal pleasure principle Tears me the f** apart [fickle?] magic isn't visible Tricked out and has no heart I am the sickest individual to ever bless this art Manipulation is the typical [weigh?] everything [out start?] Pay no mind to where the ripples go Make sure your blade is sharp Mental tomahawk will split ya skull And leave it in the park Roamin' through these optical illusions off the charts