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Rum, Apathy, and Hardship...
The ones that call me an asshole are the same people who made me
I shake off what they throw, the source can't derail thee
On a path less chosen but always thought of
Gotta a drink in hand, and its saying the strife came from above
Thoughts are shattered could of swore I saw a black dove
The more swigs I take the more I seem to escape
Conversating with my shadow, but his bottle is holding my fate
He offered me a sip but I knew my body would reject it
So I took another chug of the rum, mixed with apathy and hardship
That was the last of the concoction so I figured I'd order up another round
By that time my shadow disappeared and the bottle was no where to be found
The dove chirps as I smirk and then take another swallow
Farewell my shadow. You hold the key to the door, but I'm not ready to follow
I shake off what they throw, the source can't derail thee
On a path less chosen but always thought of
Gotta a drink in hand, and its saying the strife came from above
Thoughts are shattered could of swore I saw a black dove
The more swigs I take the more I seem to escape
Conversating with my shadow, but his bottle is holding my fate
He offered me a sip but I knew my body would reject it
So I took another chug of the rum, mixed with apathy and hardship
That was the last of the concoction so I figured I'd order up another round
By that time my shadow disappeared and the bottle was no where to be found
The dove chirps as I smirk and then take another swallow
Farewell my shadow. You hold the key to the door, but I'm not ready to follow