10/22 10/31 lyrics

[Chorus]

I been feeling some weight on me
Yet I also feel so free
Sometimes it stings, when I yearn
I know you felt the same in your own turn

[Verse]

10/22, never knew that new who’s of me’d show
Inner Horton was hoardin’ ‘em so low (low, low, low)
Won’t blow what you gave to me
So I’m the dope… There’s dopamine cravin’ we

But I’ve been depravin’ thee, sum of bread in the bakery
No wonder you kneading me, sugar or knot, fo sho I’ll be treating whea-
T... sorry, like you said I’m corny, heh, by the way, what if horniness fades?
We’d still want us till old age… right?

I just can’t tell where the line just gets cut, what if I croak tomorrow?
Should you keep the sorrow? Or go on?
Would it be vice versa?
Personally I’d have the hearse up

But when my verse up
What will be real? What will be fiction?
I know my diction doesn’t seem like enough
But these are just all my thoughts heaped in the rough