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from Infinite Season by PhnTm

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Atomic compounds lit the way
In my brain
For mental health unstable
Atomize these minds like a fuckin labadomy
Only got a minute' its gotta be fire
Lit it
Put it up to the tinder 'n spit it
I'm in it
I gotta prove it
I only got myself to blame
Only have my lane
To hell
So to hell wit it
I'ma spit it
Til I feel it
I feel like I'm limited
Like I lost my inspiration
Now I'm facin'
Pacin'
My demons
My decisions are
Fake it?
Keep rappin?
Or find a new fucking passion?
I'm maxin'
My creativity
Food for the thoughtless
The garden isn't fuckin' spotless
So I'ma mop this
Passion, up
No idea when it'll be my last fuckin--

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from Infinite Season, released April 9, 2018

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