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The Drifter Feat. Big Cheese

from Plan B by Finn Martin

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I’m dipping right past em, slipping through the cracks
In normal light fashion ripping skin back
Daylight spell casting the whip is all black
Been burned at the stake at least twice for this crap

Zero to 160 not looking back
Our hero likes drifting but not on the track
A weirdo might gift him a pat on the back
Some razzmatazz, and an alakazam

Been busy trying to pull this rabbit out this hat
Flip keeters like back flips on american dad
Break mirrors break bread break a little bad
While you’re left holding an empty bag


My indoctrination had a little complication
It’s intoxicating knowing the bomb is waiting
To blow up right in my face its just the basics
When you wake up early from the matrix

I hate this, lack of control no basic understanding
Of what it means to actually have a plan b
So hand me the grand theme expanding the demand
And maybe have the band play me out like a banshee


Slipping like flaccid, flasks on a casket, tripping on acid. The expression is classic; zipping through life like "I can still grasp it".
Swallowing plastic, ego is massive
You talk down on others but then act so passive
A Hero of mass; he's ready for blasting. Unaware this is the last thing. While he takes his last breath it comes out as gasping

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from Plan B, released December 13, 2019

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