CRANIUM INFECTION

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cranium infection, always leave you guessin’
stressed out…
confidence protected, mirrors—no reflections
havin’ trouble feelin’ comfortable

VERSE I
my comfort levels are weak—yeah turn ‘em up
whoa—hold on, they’re peakin’, that’s way too much
the only person I can hang comfortably around is me
and I still get on my nerves—c…c…constantly
with bottles as crutches, I feel I’m worth something
it’s proof—strong and clear, it drowns all my fear
bottoms up…asses and cups
go ahead, pour the beer—cheers—for what
oh yeah—in America, you feel better about yourself
if you have an excuse for gettin’ drunk as hell
it’s his birthday, I had a test today—I made an A
I got an F—it’s all the same—party for pleasure or pain
as if I know the difference…they’re equivalent to me
I lust both…I sweat smiles when I bleed
so all in—yall proceed to be free
in any way you can…and do it frequently

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VERSE II
cranium infections consume my mind, body, and soul (M.D.)
about to go postal and I’m only 23 years old
all these substances are causing my existence to implode
on the outside watchin’ the light that guides my soul unfold
into this grand story that will never be told
let’s begin this journey—alright, I’m ready to roll,
but without a vision, how am I going to know where to go
it’s Maty Dosia—didn’t you know
the 1 with the lyrical flow,
but impossible without the consumption of all this alcohol
yo Matt, pull out the baseball bat—alright I’ll get this bitch lit
start crackin’ domes and that’s it, I can’t take this shit
with a monkey on my back, tryin’ to slang another sac,
in fact, fuck that, I’m bringin’ it back,
and these infections better accept that—I’m gone…
…but I got 3 more bars to kill before I eat the 4th part of the pill
…entirely too fucked up to realize the real deal

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VERSE III
when you’re stressed out, it seems you’d be better at ease
if you broke down and fell to your knees
and prayed to the good Lord, but instead
you’re down prayin’ to the porcelain—you gotta achin’ head
hopin’ you don’t drown, grippin’ that white life preserver
thought you got found, then you tripped, feelin’ like your life is over
tried to hold composure, yeah, yo it’s co sure,
but the public knows that you’re co-dependent on the alcohol,
but, hey, yo, you can’t cope—give in to the home-grown ‘dro
you so, so, so—ho, ho, hopeless
here’s your song—can relate, now you’ve found a new escape…
music…it’s here, why don’t you use it

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