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<Verse #1>

(When I think about music..)
It’s cool, it stays,
Like mutinious shades in the blue,
The groove pools away, play,
I’m making the rules today,
Spin cubes into clay,
Face losing our tools,
To the foolish or the cruel,
Ain’t losin our faith,
World’s full of that crude chirade,
The one thing we knew,
Is that musical fugue,
Futile as beautiful useless,
There’s nothing to lose,
(Nothing to lose)
Form nautilus tubes,
Attuned to the frontal,
We’re wonderful, not funneled,
Want the brew dumped in our room,
Bumped through the tunnel,
Just humble and fuck you,
Subtle like trucks do,
Uncomfortable budget suit,
Drunk off the Russian mule,
Nothin to dual,
Suckers abused,
Sun up to moon,
Jump on the groove,
Thumbs sorta stuck,
But the view is just too,
Corrupt from the loops,
I love what I done,
I love what I will do,
The works never done,
Jet could sever,
Them levels abrupt,
But the brush don’t hush,
Trust rose up wants to bloom,
Sprung that Spring will,
Bring me somethin new,

<Chorus>

When I think about music,
It plays,
(The pain goes away yea)
No waves to complain,
A taste of my days,
The greats and the hays,
(I gave things away yea)
She pays for your music,
No changing my name,
All rays and exclusions,
(Paint laying in rain)
How grateful the brains are,
For the faintest illusions,
Hard taping Confucius,
(How pleasant the pain)
Is to use it,
Confucius Dufresne,
It’s human sustained.

<Verse #2>

Suc is…
Bigger than the world that were given,
Suc is…
Kickin in the pearls then forgive em,
Suc is…
Slippin into hurls of refreshment,
Suc is…
Did it so your girls don’t forget shit.

Suc says…
Never been before, let’s forget it,
Suc says…
Grant you one wish, I’m sorry took too long,
Suc said…
Better than a friend, here’s a song,
Suc says…
When everything is wrong, do it again, but do it more.

Bless him for this,
Generous, effortless,
Kids hold your applause,
Bless devilish,
I been diggin holes in the floor celibate,
What you think I called the ambulance for?
Bless him for this corner,
All four elephants standing taught.

Suc is…
(Yo)

Suc is…
Tell you what it isn’t over second trips,
I’d rather be a Shark in the midst than Tyrannosaurus Rex…

I guess that’s it.

<Chorus>

When I think about music,
It plays,
(The pain goes away yea)
No waves to complain,
A taste of my days,
The greats and the hays,
(I gave things away yea)
She pays for your music,
No changing my name,
All rays and exclusions,
(Paint laying in rain)
How grateful the brains are,
For the faintest illusions,
Hard taping Confucius,
(How pleasant the pain)
Is to use it,
Confucius Dufresne,
it’s human sustained.

Thank you for listening!

Confucius Dufresne
Written and Edited by Suc
“Drunk Stars” / Instrumental
Produced by ALXNDRBRWN

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