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[Days Off]
i poured some white out in my drink (aye)
now i'm fucked up enough to think (aye)
stuck some sharpie in the booze (aye)
now i'm turnt enough to choose (aye aye aye)
got some problems, got more friends (yuh)
got some means, got no ends (yuh)
got some trash on my floor (yuh)
and i'll always have some more (yuh yuh yuh)

got a lead on some shit maybe to do tonight
but that's only if you start to feel alright
real 4d glasses altering my sight
that third dimension shit is falling way behind
that fifth dimension shit is just a step too far
that non euclidian audience of stars
hypothetical erasure of it all
is starting to seem to be the call

slipped some progynova in his drink (aye)
slipped some progesterone in the stink (aye)
slipped some hypno on the television
he said he's manly but this was all his decision (aye)
got some problems, got more friends (yuh)
got some means, got no ends (yuh)
got some trash on my floor (yuh)
and i'll always have some more (yuh yuh yuh)

[Days On]
drop bars, drop cars on fuckers who don't tip
drop sauce on the dough put some käse on that bitch
put some slices of some quarters just to catch the place on fire
run a tray of dough thru the oven, let the ingredients expire
shove the makeline in the lobby and bump every carryout
lock the door, trash the floor, fuck up a delivery route
cinnamagic 'stead of barbeque, parmesan on your lava cake
bacon 'stead of ham, take your time, it's triple the wait
tell DPZ that we've got triple the weight of cheese we do
tell the truck to bring three pallets of alfredo, too
then let that shit sit at room temperature and turn the bottom oven on
sending pans full of sauce and dumping them on boxes til the break of dawn
we open at 4 and close at 5
ashing my cigarette in your pizza, luck it ain't your eyes
i'm so fucking done with this place, but while that's true:
you guys are really lucky i fucking like you

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from The Psychoeconomic God Chasm [Part 2], released September 9, 2021

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