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Mastered by Dugguh ZT @ SonicWeaponry
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Music Video by Dr.Bops AKA FunkSludge
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Lyrics
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Itty biddy strands,
slipping through your hands,
that’s the sand of time.
Bit by minute I,
try to figure out, where the mission lies.
Did i miss the hype, or is my vision blind?
Tryna chase a dream that could never be if the industry is your enemy.
Let me in! I’m beating on the door! Let me in the meeting,
you’re eating my steak raw!?
Can i get support?
People on your porch!
Heating up a torch!
with a pitch fork…
…tryna find the middle of a page,
that doesn’t have and ending or a range.
If all we are is DNA then that’s an awful lot of code to try and disengage from.
Tryna keep my aim strong, till the pains gone, and my brains strung out, done.
Down the rabbit hole, we go, down a steep slope,
tryna seek gold, we woke up…

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Chorus

Rowing a boat out to sea. (Heave-ho! we go!)
Bellowing flows, clouds and breeze. (Heave-ho, we go, heave-go, we go)
knowing it’s all down to these… (Heave-ho, we go, heave-go, we go)
…moments to breath, drown or heave-ho! Heave-ho!
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Slipping in the well.
Sipping up the swells.
Sinking into hell.
Shrinking in my shell.
Spirit in a cell,
ringing on the bell,
thinking i was healthy.
Meltdown? Oh,
I seem to have come back down.
Thought that i was done with that round.
New background, growth, but the program has crashed now, ohhhh!
Stuck in analysis, Alice’s Wonderland and transatlantic acid trip of massive drips.
These contrabandits hack away at landing strips of flanking ships in tanks with wings (Haw!)
It’s a deep war,
round a seesaw,
leaning steep towards,
a retreat call,
from the street brawl.
There’s another piece in each drawer,
that i tried to keep from being seized by disease in these bleak thoughts.
Caught up in the forces of the storm but with weak oars… we keep forth.

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Chorus

Rowing a boat out to sea. (Heave-ho! we go!)
Bellowing flows, clouds and breeze. (Heave-ho, we go, heave-go, we go)
knowing it’s all down to these.. (Heave-ho, we go, heave-go, we go)
…moments to breath, drown or heave-ho! Heave-ho!
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Released September 5, 2020