Earthshine (Epithetically) Lyrics

Lost in a sense

Like is this love or is it something less clear

And nowadays you only tell me things you think I want to hear

I wish that I could truly like what I been seeing in the mirror

I wonder if you would still listen if I ever disappear

(would you still?)

Moon signs this rising sun is coming home

Six months of baggage to unpack from the road

I shut the door and turn pages like I'm paid to make a statement

Keep my friends close if they're the rope I'm gonna hang with

Nevermind the anguish

I wanna live where the aimless is

Dabs up in the banger Mary Jane has been our favorite since

Shit

I really can't remember which

Or when

Or where

And how did I get here?

I be cozy in the morning

Early birding

My only burden

Gotta go to work so it'll worth it

I kiss the dirt you walk on

Assalamualaikum

Pistol on my hip but I'm still sitting with my legs crossed

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I wished my name was Raymond

That way everyone would love me and I'd never want to

Run and hide away

He's tryna make a bigger person

From the scraps

Ashes, natural clay you gotta dig for

Boreal forest help me flourish

Need a bit more

And tell me who this shit is really for

Whispers of a different kind of living through umbilly cords

I strive nearly more

Than anyone

Really should

Huh

Tedious the process

Widdle chopsticks out of wood

I came from part mentalization and part amazing

To put my faith in

The making of new flavors like the sun does the raisins

In the summer shade I'm

Sitting faded beneath a money tree

Pull my source of strength up from the soil

Or whatever's under me

Quote a lot of books but I never read

I forgave my enemies

Still got the same love for the anyways

It's like I'm back to basics take baby steps

I'm getting wasted at Oasis

I'm on a racetrack in my own mind

So-and-so wrote that

I own mine

Less coke bottles

Go full throttle

I'm a role model for yo bitch asses

Wear big pants and the same glasses

Go so broke I need my quarterback

No Peyton Manning

Imma thumbtack in yo left brain

(I'm the reason why that you can smell rain)

I gotta peace sign on my pendant

Wear beaded earrings not fake chains

Drop the mic

Big bang

I don't give a fuck what you think

It's a nice day outside Fairbanks

Leave the crib equipping bear mace

I beat my head against fence posts

I guess this the sound that my soul made

I'm all dressed up like a renn faire

I treaded where the white men fear

I went there

No going back

Imma hemp plant growing out the crack

Lost in a sense

Like is this love or is it something less clear

And nowadays you only tell me things you think I want to hear

I wish that I could truly like what I been seeing in the mirror

I wonder if you would still listen if I ever disappeared