Monday, 8 May 2017

Doomonogamy official lyrics (and an attempt at a breakdown of my multi-layered 2012 music)


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(verse 1)
Got a girl out in Jersey. She going to Toronto. Call my girl from Chicago. She comin (cumming) pronto. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here like "I know. This is fucked up and I prayed for them both but... who got those condo-ms? 'Cause I go in and I don't win, unless I go in and I go "Hmmmmmmmm." (That's an H with mad extra Ms) When I just explode and refuse to let go of emotions of which I let know are... truly there. But... do you care? Or rather, do I care when you *walk off* like the snare? Shit. You walk off and the air of me being a deceiver walks behind you. And you walk behind *it*, saying, "I dare you to try to be grimey to the one who finds you to be cute!" Holy shit. I know it's wrong. I know I need to quit.

But no.
Shit.
I can't be faithful.

I can't be faithful.

(verse 2)
I'm like every last Drake hook. I like every last broad on my Facebook. Scroll down on my Droid. Asking every broad to go down on your boy. Let go of your draws (get it?)... but now, to deploy my missle. Every girl I ever messed with, I really miss you. Get your tissue. Instrumental, take a breath. Because they take my breath away and refuse to rest. Shake what's left of me when I nutted inside while hittin' it from behind. The recipe for your inner intuition. You understand, but then you listen. Then, you don't understand. So, pretend to listen. Or, just ignore me in this orgy within my heart. And then, I start to pretend as if I was always your friend.

Shit.
I can't be faithful.

Not at all.
Can't be faithful.

(hook)
Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to...

Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
Making you cry
is how I die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to die.
But I can't lie
I like to...

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For those keeping score, in 2012 I risked EVERYTHING and moved into places where I wasn't sure if I was loved or in DOOM.
With TheSuperComputer as my surveillance camera.
And with the potential of ALL SEGA MEMBERS WATCHING ME from invisible posts.
Christina was supposedly J Dilla, which would've made her Sha-leik (a potential Egyptian threat).
To cheat/mistreat was my only vindication.
And besides... I couldn't really tell if she loved me.
Beyonce (George Massa) played/plays the role of The Tooth Fairy, creeping in and (censored) while I'm sleeping.
Jack is either in DOOM or playing an elaborate prank, of which can make this whole situation blow over.

Or piss me off.

The opening line is about Christina.
She said she was from Jersey when we met.
Then she subconsciously said she was J Dilla.

Maybe people don't know what they're saying subconsciously...

Regardless.

We had just started dating, and she took a trip to Toronto.
I immediately thought she was "trying to find Drake" and was using metaphors to get over on me.
So, I called a StarChaser from Chicago (The City of Jack Splash) to keep me company while my girl/nemesis/idol/best friend was away.

However, due to my Illuminati ties, she could've been Jack herself, being *driven* by Silver.

Thus making it possible to "kill two birds with one stone".

I felt guilty, but if I had succeeded, it would've brought 4 closer together and made my experience in this Harlem apartment more Hamilton-like.

Gloomy, but groovy.

Everything else is self-defined.

I hope you enjoy/enjoyed the record.
Holla at me, @SEGA!!!









~follow the buzzards~

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