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My mother pled son
Lend me your ear
And don’t fall in love
Give yourself a year
I said women ha
Are nothing but trouble
Took one look at you girl
All my words turned to rubble
You know she’s the girl
To wreck a man’s mind
Shocking the nerves
Up and down my spine
You can’t look away
And you pray she turns back
She’s a living breathing asthma attack
That fox warned me “boy
You better behave
If you enjoy
This side of your grave”
Well you might sound annoyed
But I just gotta say
If I had one guess girl
I’d guess you just wanna share my name
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It’s the crack of dawn
Well take me a picture
It’s too early for me to believe in
ben franklin or scriptures
Not sure where my serotonin fled
But I might be one of the walking dead
Just twitching and starting out into space
My circadian rhythm has it’s own pace
The only good morning is a dead morning
My alarm screams insistent pleas
But I’m pinned between the blankets and the perfect sheets
It might be time to put on my clothes
But I prefer to remain here comatose
I’m childishly squirmy
When I have to go to bed to early
And all afternoon melatonin makes
Up for last nights neurochemical mistakes
And if you drop those frozen marbles I swear I’ll never forgive you
(Make make outer space type noises with your mouth)
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Break Through
03:57
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I’m tired of the ticks on the clock
Seconds stumble down and back to the top
It’s my life they’re stealing
And what their giving isn’t worth the keeping
The asphalt streets grind down my shoes
Dog eared and worn like a book abused
But you better believe
We got something hidden up our sleeves
I’m gonna break through just to prove it to you
So try and stop me
Explain to me how someone insists
Money can’t buy my happiness
I’ve had enough of living on hope
I got a baby sick of being broke right now
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Requiem in F#
03:25
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I come in from the kitchen cookin up some eggs
I’m sittin at the table with the busted legs
And I read along the headlines the news displays
It says we ain’t got a lot when we got it in spades
Why you scratchin at my dimes and nickles
Trying to save me from cancer in cell phones and pickles
You want it all now but it only trickles in
I’ll tell you right now that I’m not giving in
I’ve had my fill of your trying to doctor me
It’s all sugar pills and subtle animosity
Come on over look like the brochure
we distributed a sickness come acquire the cure
And I’m pretty sure that you’re pretty sure
Im gonna think I haven’t ever seen it before
Where you dress em up and say they’re my peers
And you try to tap in to my darkest fears
Digitally enhancing faces and rears
I can see from here it’s not what it appears
All the issues they just pour in
And you’re telling me the problem is my vital organs
But you got the dose the remedy’s stored in
Only twelve months of me putting more in
Yeah we’re all planned out
Start to finish
And they groom you to consume you in their own image
Hoping you will identify with the air brushed pieced of their fiscal pie
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