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GLOBAL

I got my head in the clouds, but I'm still kinda deep though/
I keep my eyes closed when I'm trying to save face/
I got chicks in my eye,
like I'm Sandy/
There's a chip crunch/
Can you hear it?/
Without electronics,
we must still push interference/
If I'm held down,
then I'm hellbound/
I got a military-industrial complex;
an industrial complex;
a complex/
When do I get to let up on the endeavor to write letters that will be read?, because they're so dead/
I also need the mental shredder in my head to get better/
Bad breath is the best deep-throat to get/
If a head-ache ain't part of a cold,
it must be hot/
So, I'm hot-headed when I'm ill and I'm feeling off/
If you're mentally writing some lines,
you might need some free time/
She loves me, then it's 'laters'/
The breath of sea-buckthorn, when horny, is like a case of sour grapes that she's taking away with her, and I can't taste it
while only alone and wasted/
I take it that if you pull out, there's no commitment,
like some expansion of the Mongul empire has been contradicted/
Get it?/
People can be babies; all about some empire/
I lost the plot of not just a writer but a whole writer's block when I dropped a better one/
It seems you've got a way with words,
but you just got away with words and helped form no ideal lines/
Who would have guessed it would come to this,
like a techno-head's really up to jizz/
As much as I love most of the policies of Trump,
I'd love to smell his daughters,
like I have no respect for borders/
So, if I just get consent to be next to them, I'm all set; wet/
You're not the one who comes to see me
when you see me/
It's me/
All you women get in my head!/
There's some nosedive/
Others have gotta come and pick 'em up,
and they go high/
Finally I get a day off,
like chicks all on my dick are getting laid off/
I'm under pressure to conform
when you measure my blood's pressure/
And then you get a form
and put down that it's as high as ever/
But it's never gonna be better,
with you yawning. I love your breath
around me like the cuff of a sphygmomanometer/
All I ever wanted was to sit around; fit around women/
That isn't profound,
but I'm always underground/
They're above me; on a pedestal I never found/
In keeping up with the Joneses,
peeps cut their grass 'til it's lowered,
and less green now, coz they mowed it/
You're timeless; my first choice, and my last resort/
My marks are hardly in the A, B, or C range/
I'm D-ranged/
If people are drowning, I'll be taking the pisses,
in saving them as they wish/
I got people in my head telling me to 'suck it up',
so I sniff women/
I wrote a sequel to a prequel that was equal to number one in a series/
You can call it 'number one' in the end. That's definite/
I'm a centrist for progressives,
and like centers for progressives/
No one reads more than a line of mine a day/
If I defame anyone, there's no minor wait
to find out/
I can see that here's some complex-city,
like I'm looking at Dubai/