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Smoked Spitely

from Grip the Grass by Casual

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you say i’m not much better then i was four years ago detrimental imperfections bringing me to a whole new low how was i to remember when i cant recall the food i ate last night i guess i'm unintentionally rude i am exceeding the limits of my mental bandwidth which makes a simple feeling hit me like a wall of bricks i’m only human oh sure, i am a weasel please burn me at the stake because i’m heading back to place that's deep in my head where i apprehend, we're better off dead featuring short bursts of “you did good kid” countered with what’s the point, in all of this i’m surrounded by problems, most don't touch me yet they tear me apart mentally i’m not down and out just filled with so many doubts who am i to complain anyway

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from Grip the Grass, released July 7, 2016

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