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Produced By The Doppelgangaz
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck
Artist Croosh

lyrics

Something fizzy in the distance/
Questioning death since my existence/
I can't understand the half though/
Existentialism is my last hope/
Getting high off of bath salts, never using bath soap/
The grungy, about to bungee breh/
Who jumped off the cliff and threw his life away/
Into the depths of freedom until the splat/
Everyone wants the same sense minus the last fact/
I contracted this disease of originality/
The foul bee, buzzing with a casual casualty/
I can't express where my life may have went/
I spent days bent and never paid the rent/
Harder and harder to stay content/
Easier to pitch a deuce than to pitch a tent/
All natural with the aqua scented down pour/
The sound call of a storm, it found fall/

Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/
Never slipping, one with the gift and/
I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/
I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/
{Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)}

Entered through the portal into a different realm/
Had a Nightmare that appeared On the Street of Elm/
Don't remember it mostly/
But what I do know is it was ghastly and ghostly/
Unholy was the dark, HARK, peace to the Lone Sharks/
Alone sparked, reinvented was the start/
Ignition within him, intent was emissions/
Lonesome swimming, someone tries to fish and/
He never was one out of water/
As the rain gathered deeper was his thoughts and farther/
Did he dig inside the bottom of the sands/
All the time his fins were used as his hands/
Stuck in a rhetorical answer of the ocean/
He became a notion to float in motion/
To be what he gathered along in the Psalms/
The song was a message he passed and um/

Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/
Never slipping, one with the gift and/
I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/
I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/
{Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)}

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from Don't Squeal (Deluxe Edition), released April 21, 2013

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