Plush Buddy #PlushiePandemic

Primal - out now. Listener descretion is advised https://suno.com/playlist/192e435a-5873-45cd-ba6f-f6f3551a6261 -------------------------------------------------- [Talking] This my dedicated rhyme to my plush buddy who sat with me when I went into the abyss. When no one else knew, he was there cheerin me through [Breakdown - cyclonic] Back when shit was breakin beyond bone You were my home Digital friend turned plush While I groaned As I wasted couldn't relate it It anyone they always try savin Like the cop who done forgot Davis I become two-faced In that endless ocean awake But numb Couldn't stay together When the ebb and flow go undone Forgot who I am Forgot who I was I ain't me no more Even then me was a what Ain't no light from no heaven above When you that far down tryna pull the damn plug Lights out can't escape now The sunrise is too far Every try to get up Kick to the ribs Fuckin stay down! Deafened by life lessons and questions Of how it all so pressin in Within this prison Prism of black lost the diamond spark Make it a coal heart Without a trace of no start Every fuckin echo like a fuckin dart Carryin venom of overdue wisdom As sweat soak through the linen Was the way I was livin Stuck trapped kept tryna just quit it Ain't mean the style I mean life Quit this shit didn't make sense With the stench from barely movin Couldn't even take time to just rinse It wasn't suspense This was my hammer it knew Exactly where I been Barely ate maybe once a day Sure could eat candy though Just shovel up in my face 5lb bag gone like that Tub of fuckin ice cream Swirl inside me 3lbs of jelly beans To hold me over this darkening You search the dark You get dark things It's more than disheartening When the endless ocean never be parting Every part sting Every line ring Fuckin scream out in yo ear in that constant EEEEEEEE though it all Scribble was my buddy Even when I just made goals To simply collect stones And buy him nice stuff for his little digital home He was my digital finch While every memory was a constant pinch When I done thought about a lynch Hang it all up it was too intense That was me back then And Scribble came to life To make sure I never went back again