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Trumpalump

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Trumpalump

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Am i of my trolley? i can burst with the dead

'cause another sound boy got burnt with the lead

I disperse words, empty my mind on these rubbish mc's

All dying to shine like my grandmother's halo, lay low

I spit darts, venomous, the next in line, don't know

It's evident, i'm african, slap backhand palmin'

Rhyme javelins, throw them through your garments

Pierce your heart 'n' capture your soul

Ring the alarm, it's the bell boy show

I'm a martian, blow trees with the daleks

E.t's on an e, can't stop dancin' on the dance mat

I don't mind, it's lunch time, a bakewell will do

I'm borderline schizo, borderline nuts

I'm climbing up a bean stalk on my way up

I'm layin' on the cusp of the moon, on the edge

I'm a force while you're stuck in a time warp

Wielding a sword, i've moved on from that

Watch me soar, then wait till i fall

Way below sea level, way below earth

Way below hell where the pitch forks burn

Clear all my desktop, my mind's full of clutter

Ctrl alt delete, goodbye mother fucker

I was tryin' to dream in a dream, in a dream, in a dream

The stairwells to hell, i fell underneath

In the coffin where my love is huggin' me

She's crying tears and fears that i'm gonna leave

Farewell, my dear, kiss her on the cheek

Then i broke free

I jumped into grimes car with dances

And left the gray roads on the street

I love you

But you and me weren't meant to be

Cruisin' hell's highway, no turnin' back

Heatin' my face, cameras on my lap

Snap, snap, takin' pictures in hell

Even saw blair and bush being eaten by elves

Screamin' for help

So i raised my middle finger and waved

'cause the devil's on my tail, i ain't gettin' eaten today

So easy to self-indulge, lead you astray

With this fragment of force got me floatin' away

Is my heart really bleedin'? am i really alive?

Am my six feet deep or closer to christ?

Is this real cheese layin' down on my toast?

Is this air that i'm breathin'? am i even a ghost?

Am i dreamin' in colour or the black with the white?

Is the truth layin' down right under my eyes?

I need an answer, can't keep wonderin' why

Is this life that i'm livin'? am i livin' a lie?

Will i wake up, will i wake up with you?

If i do we can start again

Will i wake up, will i wake up with you?

If i do we can start again

Will i wake up, will i wake up with you?

If i do we can start again

Will i wake up, will i wake up with you?

If i do we can start again

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