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This song is about me, and I'm sure most at xltronic can relate to it. It has lyrics but I am too shy to sing the lyrics and also you are a faggot. Ok, so picture a wormly little failure who suffered a life of embarrassments with his arms wrapped around his knees laying sideways on the floor pumped full of the elite's soft kill food poisons, the hostess cupcake wrapping and pizza box remains scattered around in a messy agenda 21 coffin size apartment. Every videogame has been absolutely saturated with play until it has burned out of existence. Getting a girlfriend, or any friend, or socializing in any way, is as hopeless and impossible as making 2 equal 3, and now the only thing left to do is lay in a ball, imprisoned in his own mind, crying, the final goal of evolution. The lyrics go: "home... alone... curled into a ball... crying... home... alone... curled into a ball... crying... home... alone... curled into a ball... crying... home... alone... curled into a ball... crying... home...." but wait!... more primitive centers in my brain are signaling that I have to use the restroom! Something to do, some reason to exist, something to occupy my mind! Jubilation! So the second part of the song starts: "I have some pee pee to do! I have some poo poo to poo uh doo dah doo dah doo dah doo dah doo dee dee doo! I have some poo poo to poo uh doo dah doo dah doo dah doo dah dee!" But the happiness proves to be temporary and he quickly comes down off that high to repeat the first part of the lyrics, probably about 684 times until the 2nd part can be repeated again. Enjoy! |
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congs w M w the track plays well with the lyrics (the second ones) |
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Seriously what is this shit... you posting your dork-inspired emo rap for the 5th time now, its awful, pure shit |
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I whish you all, all the best Forget me. Forget I always post while being drunk Forget everything up to that character R |
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It really seems like there is an external reality out there that we all share, but "we" (if there is even more than one of us) can only perceive reality through this one life we live, and as it turns out, the universe is programmed in such a way that each individual is first judged in their adolescence, when they are naive, innocent and exploited by adults, and then that individual's own personal reality changes slowly into a hell to suit their punishment as they age. Each individual's reality is unique and can conflict with anybody else's reality, because everyone is just data in everyone else's mind. I can feel reality morphing worse and worse, and it will get worse and worse and worse. I wonder if I will live forever this way. |
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Hwat? Don't be shy. If you can make tracks, then sing in them. Go in the shower, pretend you're Madonna, and sing your heart out. |
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