Yeahbsolutely

by Devin Levi

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how i felt on my 25th birthday

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released September 9, 2015

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Track Name: B.C. Baby
featuring Mckinley Michalowsky
Track Name: Sink, Sink, Sink
you gotta sink sink sink
if you wanna see whats up
I'm on the brink brink brink
the brim of the cup

your intelligence devestates me
with its elegance
understated like an undiscovered element
heroine who hasnt hovered yet
not bored enough
get hoardin of knowledge so power
breakfest’s are beset of porrige towers
on cliffs and edge me off like protein smoothie
cuties little sandwhiches of ice cream, tangerines
my celemintine is sour
either or, if fitting ripping at the seams with
pending scenes upon the hour
mystery kissed a tree with his lips
and barked much louder than he hissed
and when his body fell in a ditch his soul parachuted cowardice and aimed and rained on all who missed him
lesson being clean the kitchen
or the ants will start to listen
you befriend them, empathize pretend the’re
twice their size and shoot the shit
thats when
you sit down shut up
focus inward for a minute
fore you stop imagining it
the illusion is begginging to being to end to end the start of heart completetion

holy shit my hearsts exploding
boeing diassaperaing in the sky
triangle isoccilli
my angels they love saucer rides
sorrcerres and oscar mey’s
nebulas and carpet rides
carbonized fix me
to the ritzy
craxk my back for free
come get me
company isnt missed on me,
i just hiss at the sight of sorcerry
call me theory weary
or chaos clustard
if you can hear me pass the mustard
its that simple
its just dimples
but i dreamt you up
you must heard all the inspiration
wimple
patience is a prince now
renounced and kissed sour
oh i hope youre casting on me what i casted on you
that passion punch juice
all that eclectic noose
or all the sluices that you’ve reduced me too
i dont want it
and i dont want you to
but we’re drowning in our attitude