MAGIC TRUCKS

Lyrics

[Verse 1] From the backwood alley, from the stumps of my mind Metal trucks seal to align through the highs And the lows, these dreams are filled with signs Back up parking me like I'm stopping roads to my soul Coldest winner or your eyes Look, you know but don't do [?] fly Pause, allow the time to breathe Disembowel vine, taste a [?] Cut upon your [?] to cop a breeze, a feel, I leave as soon as I [?] hell release, the [?] increase It tells you, "No, I'll never need to turn you on the [?]" My mail is filled with thеse, police [?] Kill a beast and jumping off my boat to frеak Today I'm meeting my niece, we're getting closer These days I stick my hand inside a toaster just to know I'm here I couldn't [?] I lost my glasses, black molasses, colors [?] and now my shirt and empty pocket lint Love is always in my brain, you [?] well I don't need it And I'm dirty, yeah, use tons of [?] So labor to beat myself up Bust a [?] to spite the [?] Paid my back and there goes all my cash That's the [?] that I had [Verse 2] From the backwood alley, from the stumps of my mind Metal trucks seal to align through the highs And the lows, these dreams are filled with signs Back up parking me like I'm stopping roads to my soul Coldest winner or your eyes Look, you know but don't do [?] fly Pause, allow the time to breathe Disembowel vine, taste a [?] Cut upon your [?] to cop a breeze, a feel, I leave as soon as I Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep Sleep [Verse 3] Sleep paralysis, toss my list of maybe [?] Don't do something [?] tranquilize a [?] Future's phones or paper no longer his piece But I'm in pieces [?] and now it's creasing, baby Just a [?] playing, [?] I do the same way but don't you ever touch my cool layers The next track is titled "PAPER TOWEL NOISES" I'm messing with the [?] just like you're playing [?] it's exhausting me out and now I [?] before, like sauerkraut, yo [Verse 4] Now we get a little leftfield Now your crew seems to be a four-step meal Pawning out the [?] as appeals Flawless executions, imitations [?] Hang it down, your movement's so limited, a drum Up and down, 'til my leg's coming through the top Disregard the bottle, use [?] to drown my sorrows Like, "What, you really think this stuff is made from [?] classrooms" Take the backstab, I know your last [?] Now what, I'm always got a hundred [?] from the horsey Now [?] through my eyes I'm so [?] and I'm gone, reality looms I know we're spaces hidden soon [?] 'til its tombstone Now feel my room collapse, they're streaming up currently From will I truly find the [?] the panic [?], it never changes You'd think the lack of saturation would serve as clues