Strawberry Cases

[Intro]
Boom, clack
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Clap, clap
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(Uh, yeah)

[Verse: Blanket Heron]
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
Nigga, fuck this room
I can’t, uh, fuck no more
These walls, uh, is my tomb
But they, uh, white not pink
They dry as fuck, I think
I hope they cave the fuck in
I hope the pipes just leak
I just need somethin’ concrete to hit brain
To loosen my fuckin’ thoughts
To less thoughts about fuckin’
I’m losin’ my train of thought
Got intercepted, and nigga there I rot, uh
I miss aggin, htead ot araN

[Spoken Word: Seriula]
When you’re not with me
I speak to you in frames
In cases, the image too intricate for canvas
In cases, your words aren’t as intimate nor outlandish
In phases, I fantasize; your face
In cases, I can fantasize
In some cases, I can memorize
Curves and lines on your frame
These eyes have yet to analyze
But only in my case
In one case, you were present
In the other, a gift rescinded
The omnipresent never sent it
Or maybe I just never read it
I got threads in my phone that long to be sewn
I got my Alma stitched in my breast pocket
And my Johana drowning in chrome
My 'ohana thinkin’ I’m alone