Lyrics:
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with
only one thought I can think
On a night like tonight with no concert to play
But I'm stuck on the road anyway
A hotel room with an ashtray by the bed
your flow gets stopped
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay
a solution if you want one else shut the fuck up
I'm way beyond seeking validation through misery
See...
An endless landscape of spinning discs, suspended in
My stars
So far
No one's callin me home
Space brain
Vagabond
Living on my own
Come on you faithful
You know all you people should come to me
preceded by artillery shells
The number of which will turn this landscape to hell
The river Meus runs in between both armies
Carving its way through
in the past
'Cause it seems like time is rushing by like the landscape in a train
A wisp of smoke vanashing into thin air
Live your life. You only
just by the way that she did me, I think that I hate her (Hate her)
Yea, and she went to the side of the opps, know they gon take her (Woa-oa-oah)
They
is no place I'd rather be
Winter Wonderland by the sea
Winter Wonderland by the sea
A northern Gale is sneakin' in Salty froth blown by the wind
Sea
No sleep at night
A nightmare alive
The voice of death crawling in my mind
The cold of day by day
The waiting for the taste
Hunger of death a carcass
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas trying to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by
act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas trying to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by
Hope rides beside me with a shotgun
A landscape so beautiful I just want to die
Won’t you take me away to wherever you’re going?
The beer’s on me
of rational moments
Projected by light wave on two ever
Changing landscapes of space and time
Not one phase is retained
No shared collective or memory
Tell me what you see
Tell me what do you need
'Cause I've been trying to get to know you
When it's all so down
When you're buried by the sound
What
Steamboat whistle blues
Oh Captain Way I'm sorry, my hat is off to you
You've been a-hanging out by the old cook stove
With the steamboat whistle blues
Me and Peter by night
Landscape, bento, meditate
Bicycle on acetate
AIBO death rites Japan
NHK's Peter Barakan
Covered in glue, covered in glue,
-
Sis, a paradise hidden
But you're friends and your family are missing
When you're screaming there's no one to listen
All alone with your metacognition
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
get out of there
But me though, me, me
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put
the time, livin' with a mind so scattered
But oooo, i feel fresh like dexter
Points if i dont relapse by next semester
I got no-hate, got no rage up in my
Got these feelings so as deep I've been keepin them lowkey
Need a shooter I'm done by my doley
Like whip it with me in that stoley
Ion trust but you
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