Soft Music/Juno Portraits of the Jovian Sky

[Part 1: Soft Music] Trolling on the DM You don't know me though Had you on my lips again You don't know me though I don't need a girlfriend You don't know me though Wrecked another weekend You don't know me though Soft music drains the oxygen from Besieged Bushwick streets Reflexively retching Anglo influx, though there will be No gentrificating of Graffitied worship of summer love It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges I liberated you twice You don't know me though You've become my only vice You don't know me though I know how to be nice You don't know me though I'm a, I'm a sacrifice You don't know me though I'd been abandoned when you nursed me on my swerve I made my antidrug being your loyal perv I became a holiday I need you to observe I gave you devotion that I'm hoping you deserve I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on This reclamation has got me trying to prove The needle never slides off of the groove Got to win Soft music drains the oxygen from Besieged Bushwick streets Of white flight in reverse on the crest of their vaporwave On intersectional highs And usurpation lows It's hard to stop the impact of one's offensive ways Soft music drains the oxygen from Besieged Bushwick streets Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be No gentrificating of Graffitied warship of summer love It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges [Part II: Juno's Portraits of the Jovian Sky] Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky