Lyrics:
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
(singers)
Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad
Its Sunday the tables all set
There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore
There's plenty
An incredible teacher
She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get
She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year
the dust to bring some empty space back,
filling a long merch table with artifacts,
looking back to see if I could draw a map
that leads to now.
I remember
and Jerry's kiosk that was always closed by evening. There were a few security guards that knew me and knew that I had nowhere to stay. So they would let me do
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
pretending she's there,
Banana inside Peaches- on the back of a Pear,
Eating fruit salad- on the kitchen table,
Writing ballads- we were stable...
Making-
themselves
But by depressed social and economic
Conditions: and we can always count on
The Communists to exploit those conditions
Poverty is probably
...
(In front of each PROPHET is a ROMAN GUARD, clearly bored but there to break
up any trouble. BRIAN races into the market place. A cohort of ROMANS
Trayvon
He was supposed to come by, he said he mow my lawn
But that's not here or there
What if he's out there scared on the run
Head to grave
I already
Always feeling like a wax of pain
While I watch my lil ugly bane
Falling down in endless void
I regress and I stitch my brain
Always feeling like a wax
face
Cause I've got killers in the cage
Show, party or a rave I
Bring gorillas on the stage
There ain't a rapper or a singer in my lane
A musician in my
rapper sending threats uh borderline
Cocaine on the table is the only place you draw the line
Underground all the time
Naira notes and Dollar signs
Two
of bounds, out of place, out of control
On the outskirts of reasonable life
In the land of irrational, impulsive day-by-day, night-by-night
To a world far
As a child I missed all of the love I never had
And, daddy, he was distant, never there to hold my hand
Never bought the things he'd always promise
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
One, never write anything in pen, always in pencil, because there's an eraser. And two, you have a lot of friends on the way up, but it's lonely
rapper sending threats uh borderline
Cocaine on the table is the only place you draw the line
Underground all the time Naira notes and Dollar signs
Two
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
completely off the table?
Will you be there? (Will you be there?)
Can I still love you? (Can I, can I?)
Not yet healed already (not ready)
Should I be
jumping and there's always a crowd
Libations are delightful and the music is loud
Everybody's dancing and they're dancing in pairs
Sliding back the tables
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
a game
Never break through the glass and act beyond the screen
Such a shame that communication ain't a thing
Talkin' public figures when there's nothin'
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