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Afterthoughts - Tyler Connaghan (Original)

Afterthoughts Original song by Tyler Connaghan Man it feels good to be back on the track I got no fat stacks but my flapjacks are fantastic Mixin magic a metaphorical masterpiece "Hot as the Sun?" No that's a simile my baby bee try Life is a stage and I seem to be at the part of the play where the world is imminent diving deep in it everyday Please Yeezus close the curtains it's time to parlay Burnt verses cursing in cursive keeping the dolts at bay Real people so feeble evil we lost the meaning Even the Stevens had fallen out after three seasons I mean Jesus, come on TV I need a reason to keep feedin I'm feigning Fake cheasin ain't easy peasy American Idol is idling Creativity Spiriling If three yes's is vital, fine, then I guess I'll just die a man Fight the viral vid epidemic The vitamins fed embedded The better unquote aesthetic That rip through the skull and bend it And maybe I got a problem for following fake shamans who shop at the top spewing word vomit My Top Ramen's sloppy it's all I got Better believe it or not Ripley ain't part of the plot Chorus: On the Corner in the city On the streets that's where you'll find me Singing songs for nobody Hoping one day that you'll hear me and the world will rejoice along like Ladada I'm a sinner, a saint, and a savage I ravage though ashes of the cretins and I pick up their baggage I have an advantage I don't sag, I don't have swag I sing sad songs, sappy and shit Though I'm happy it fits my anatomy Bits and pieces, that's how I sees it I'm a believer No Bieber Fever or meat cleavers I keep it cleaner Sigourney Weaver her red weave is the same shade as Satan No hatin, just blatancy, fakeness is not for neither The people of God, nor people of trees, We might be happiest if we can all get on our knees And see that no man is bigger or stronger than he is The man who's seen the light and loss and still he breathes Deep soul to carry the wisdom he bleeds No fountain of youth cause that's more than he needs One box of memories, no make believe singing Chorus: Bout time that I rolled up my sleeves and built a boat to sail me out of this city that once kept me afloat No need for motors, my motives blowin my focus growin I'm flowin goin and gone and I'm never comin back home So mobile I'm like a phone, call me up My bones will answer cause my heart is busy dancing Mind's busy advancing Shelling out these syllables, a pistol to the paper In favor of fate no razors to able my angst to aid on me I'm angry at the world, happy within my stable because the world's dropped it's morals and kept me within the stable. Shaking fists at the sea cause it's easier to blame Than the one at the top of the rock that's spending all my game and I'm tired, faded, and faint from empty feelings in my brain Cause what is fame but feelings we choose to express I'm saying We pick around the thorns of the human experience Fearing that they're tearing through the roses instead of shaking material We blossom into beautiful evil Even with serial killers We're killing innocent people yet there's Jesus And we please and believe with our thanks and our grace and our tanks and our mace So what's Hell but a place for half the human race So let's find an escape Hold your breath cause the rest is cold water through veins. Chorus