Quantum tunnel...
I spill drink for dead friends til the vodka puddles, and I keep on pouring til flotsam bubbles.
My shit’s conscious... subtle... I’m often troubled by solemn struggles...
I decided I wanna buy chocolate truffles, but shit, I just stomped the shops to rubble.
I pray, wait and then drop rebuttals. I strap massive bombs on my chest and then offer cuddles.
I piss off cops and mobster huddles then abscond from trouble through quantum tunnels, and arrive through before I even leave so now I’ve got a double.
I got doctors puzzled, they scanned my damn brain and they got befuddled, all thought my results and a god’s were muddled.
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