Lyrics:
Since you were born running away
You never stopped trying to escape from the wound
Which is anything
The moment of growth a collection point
Than close your eyes
Enter the bowels get lost inside
Because is fine new things bring live and makes you fly
Than close your eyes
Enter the bowels get lost inside
Because is fine new things bring live and makes you fly
Put down on that list they bombin that list
Ballin that fist raisin that fist
Like that like that like this like this
Scratchin that shit terrorwrist pissed
Among and amidst avoidin’ that trick
Lost in the abyss search and got frisked
EDM and got dissed track got flipped
Lord on the mix ass got kicked
Doctor doctor this shit is sick
This shit is sick doctor doctor
Ass got kicked lord on the mix
Track got flipped eDM and got dissed
Search and got frisked lost in the abyss
Avoidin’ that trick among and amidst
Terrorwrist pissed scratchin that shit
Like that like that like this like this
Raisin that fist ballin that fist
They bombin that list put down on that list
Terrorwrist terrorwrist
Terrorwrist terrorwrist
How can I make you understand
How can I make you understand
How can I make you understand
I get ill on the posse with my goddamn hands
Indefinite patterns one
An unknown trajectory two
Indefinite patterns three
Insufficient dock constantly changing
The evidence we have gathered all points to
A collection of loosely
Affiliated terrorist organizations
Be a symbol of perfection
Be a legend!
Be a cult!
Take their praise, take a collection
As the multitudes exalt
Don a supernatural habit
We'd be crazy not to grab it! (You got it!)
Il a une dégaine de clodo et on le prend pour un mandigot,
Il a une collection de points noirs, il n'a jamais vu un mouchoir,
Et l'hiver quand il a le nez plein
Stevie always said that he was a lesbian
Trapped within the body of a man
Jennifer used to keep a collection of
Pencil points why no one could understand
Sometimes it's better just to leave it unexplained
And to let the mystery remain
Aren't we all Strange & Beautiful
Yes, we are weird and wonderful
Everyone Strange & Beautiful
Strange & Beautiful
Strange & Beautiful
Debby doesn't like to walk through a doorway first
Or cause a scene unless it's well rehearsed
Michael takes the labels off the cans he buys
So when he eats, it's always a surprise
Some people worry
'Cause they think they don't fit in
But nobody really does in the end
Don't be afraid of who you are
'Cause we're all just who we are
And who's to say what is normal anyway?
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection!
The way you look you'll qualify for next years old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
It was day as usual; all the other ladies had returned home
Off on a usual errand, at a time she knew she would be alone
Her wide-open eyes betrayed her; she saw it, but just couldn't realize it
Two wells stationed at her usual water collection point, the larger sitting on the smaller
Yet her instincts drove her to the one she knew well, the littler
Baby never expected company
Are you surprised that she wasn't the first one to say a word without delay?
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B.
To tie in the increasing stream of thoughts, emotions, sensations,
Insinuating what this place actually is...
It must be a gateway of sorts: a collection point; Collecting at is now theirs.
I know my time is almost up as I sense them approach,
Far I am the latest acquisition I can roughly make out their silhouette...
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B.
Why is it that as we grow older and stronger
The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid
Saying "You never can win," "Watch your back," "Where's your husband?"
Lightning through the rain cloud
We riding on the waves of the ancients
Lightning through the rain cloud
We riding on the waves of the ancients
Let me know which house needs to be in order
Seed
I been in this field
I been living on this ethereal egg
Remembering
This is not where I came
From
Waiting to fly out
I been on the wheel
Rotate and display the zeal
How am I to provide for my daughter's needs
When I have not gone in deep enough
In the sea of disbelief
To read this magical Mystery
The words themselves
Can't begin to even scribe it
We alpha Bet on Omega races
To play around and raise
The highness
I watch you play with it
Like it's some kind of process
We have various skies
Raining down memory
To translate guide dance
Begin all commemorations
Don't take your time here
Too Sirius
Lightning through the rain cloud
We riding on the waves of the ancients
Lightning through the rain cloud
We riding on the waves of the ancients
Lightning through the rain cloud
We standing on the hill with the sages
Lightning through the rain cloud
We standing on the hill with the sages
Standing on the shifting vortex
The energy grids are unraveling (Rattling)
Does it feel like a safe zone
It is comparable to earth
Birth contractions
New earth contractors
Intend to build a utopia on top of her after (Here after)
The ones that see In rainbows
Can wait out the storm and passports
That drain has no way of wiping out
All the Reactors
We hone the source from the sacral
Intense and frightful
It is not the anxiety of going from point A to B
It is the anxiety of a mother that has lost her child to the waves of safety (Swimmingly)
But In this case the child is you and her is your magnet
By the time you ride
You could align each piece of the dream Phoenix
And return to your metallic bird dragon
The doorway was an opening to the vertices of the gridlines
This shift creates disinterest in anything
That does not assist in disintegration
Pay attention to the near ones
Pay attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
This is where I'm made to go
I'm not afraid
Afraid no more
This is where I'm made to go
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
Firing up
And finding your connection
Calibration of lights
Spiraling out right towards
Your own perfection
Celebration of life
Firing up
And lightning your perception
Your vibration so high
Spiraling out right towards
Your known collection
The Omega Point
I want it
I need it
Come on over and breed it
Taste it, eat it
I want to leave here breathing
Heavy
Feeling
Erotic, made for pleasing
Bring me to knees then
Make it rain every season
Fuck
Yes
Leave bite marks on my chest
And hand prints on my ass
I'm a human punching bag
Take it off
Take it in
Feels like heaven, must be a sin
He's lusting for this melanin
Got stamina, I want to go again
I'm just your fuck toy
Break me, leave my clothes on the floor
You're just my fuck boy
Doing what i say, even more
I'm just your fuck toy
Break me, leave my clothes on the floor
You're just my fuck boy
Doing what i say, even more
Fuck my brains out, I'm a dumb slut
You better suck this pussy then fuck me in the butt
Yeah i said it, won't regret it
Make it hot so i don't forget it
It's going to fit, fuck your pretension
I'm down to be a part of your collection
Let me point you straight to the right direction
I've got protection for your erection
Won't have me stuck in no situation
Now beat it up like an initiation
Touched myself because I'm tired of waiting
Better get here quick before I lose my patience
Yeah, there's no debating
Times a bitch so let's not waste it
I'm just your fuck toy
Break me, leave my clothes on the floor
You're just my fuck boy
Doing what i say, even more
I'm just your fuck toy
Break me, leave my clothes on the floor
You're just my fuck boy
Doing what i say, even more
Doing what i say, even more
Doing what i say, even more
Doing what i say, even more
Doing what i say, even more
Perfection when I'm writing, I make the rhythm exciting
Sweeter than some icing while my pen is gliding
Robbing at pen point, the violence is enticing
My hands stay bruised like I just finished fighting
Intimidating fighters who think they got some lighters
But they don't want the smoke, they'll just choke
Packed full like an up and go, my ego has risen
All kinds of kind words are forbidden
I could greet with a fuck you and fuck your day
Too bad my attention just snuck your way
Could approach your doom or just run away
My words are perfected just enough to say
That your on earth, let me take you to the stars
Capable when fully charge, we could go to mars
From moon to moon, Saturn by the afternoon
Like zoom zoom, another world to consume
Trimmed to appear immaculate, the facts are in
100% pacifist that will pack a fist
Reach for the mic and I might just will slap your wrist
A lavish hit that be letting out passiveness
Aggressive with the speech but I'm preaching peace
Take a whiff of this, smell how perfection reeks
But it always delivers a shiver straight to your liver
Always will shimmer and never needs a filler
Hold my life like I'm balancing
My galaxy calls me majesty
The sum of this and an average kid
Is mad and crisp, some magic shit
Hold my life like I'm balancing
My galaxy calls me majesty
The sum of this and an average kid
Is mad and crisp, some magic shit
Pop to perfection
Rock my shit to obsession
I don't quit I grip progression
Now that's a lesson
I know what is destined
Clock ticks for my depiction
Limiting time to curate my collection
Never point at directions
No I stick to my section
And I'm never failing my complexion
Now that's a decision
Never taking jealousy
Smoke till I have epiphanies
Feel it rise from the pit of me
You already know me and Ádam are the epitome
Are you shitting me
We like Consciousness boombap mixed with contingency
Are you doubting we
Now say it with me
Yuh yuh yuh
All my life I be smoking weed
Feel it rise from my toes to my third eye peaks
All my life I be smoking weed
Feel it rise from my toes to my third eye peaks
Niggah
Go figure
I cook shit with a sizzle
And let it drizzle
Pop my shit like a pimple
Squeeze it tight from all directions till I feel it
Let out then I'm going goodnight alright
This ain't a fist fight
Tonight
I'm right
Balance my mind and let it ignite
Sit tight Waiting for my sign
Spread it right cause I'm showing you designs
Till you looking like you just ate a damn lime
Too busy to grind in the time
But never gonna hear me whine
I just rhyme on time
To be this natural should be a damn crime
But it's fine
Cause
Cause
Hold my life like I'm balancing
My galaxy calls me majesty
The sum of this and an average kid
Is mad and crisp, some magic shit
Hold my life like I'm balancing
My galaxy calls me majesty
The sum of this and an average kid
Is mad and crisp, some magic shit
Hold my life like I'm balancing
My galaxy calls me majesty
The sum of this and an average kid
Is mad and crisp, some magic shit
There was a place for and there was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there is no point In a keepsake when you run from collections.
I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to be hungy, Exhausted, and alone.
Uh
Gotta have a plot to get it
This life, it costs a lot to live it
So you gotta watch the competition
Stay on point, make executive decisions
Never switch when the rest of 'em different
That money put us in the best of positions
Always maintain leverage, keep ice in the beverage
Go car shopping 'stead of clothes
You like it you get it
My closest filled with all types of shit
It's bad you'd probably work your whole life for this and I'll get it in one night
Win some lose some, my car ill as they come
And I'm 'bout to build another one soon as I'm done
I'm putting it right on the street
You know what's going down when Taylor Life (East side), Jet Gang hook up with monster beats
Audio dope supply the needs
Fiends itching, sniffing for new audio feeds
This how it outta be
More often, too stoned hired up bosses with good intentions to see each other winning
Taking no shorts or losses but I know that we a rarity
Something they'll never see
'Til our sons click up and commence to hustling heavily
Sacrifices made, now we sitting in them better seats
And I ain't even watching the game
I just came to floss this outfit, now I'm on national TV
Sitting court side playing my Nintendo Switch
With a Nike headband fresh from 1996
Kicks sick, collection quarantined
Bed stock, 23's on some bathing apes I'm sure you haven't seen
Every verse is like a key
Could turn you to a boss if you don't know D (OG)
Drunk on power, gold bathroom fixtures and marble showers
2009 'til the end of time, its all ours
Keep it in
Chevy gon' switch a nigga, we smoking weed in it
Laughing and our pistols and I wasn't talking bout it
But nigga didn't listen, uh
If you need to see it then you come get it
Or you can ask one of your bitches
Is she bad?
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection!
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Chorus
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
[Chorus]
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
'Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B.
Yeah, laced and Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric
I don't feel greater 'til my plush pieces 'cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing
Women dream I'm your husband
I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting
I started bling, how could you question my direction
Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping
You hate me, should thank me, but lately
I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder
Your best success is my worst blunder
Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre & Cool, we riding heavy, NY to Miami 'cause
We make the world go round
Now let's toast to the hustlers
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We make the world go round
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us
We make the world go round
I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag
I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a polo glass
Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash
Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars
To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage
We throwing red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad
(We The Best!)
Asiente
Ahora, la palabra de dios
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then, shit (nah)
And I'm still healing from when times was unprecedented
That much time going lost is why I smoke my devils lettuce (true)
Donald was a pimp, pimped the bottom into debt collection
And what's the point in right or wrong if there ain't people left to anesthetic? (Huh)
Man I hope I get my taste of home
I guess my issues weren't worth the word
So they made it a slur
A country that ain't been sympathetic
Since they made the people's choice systematic
Cause you ain't ever been half a person before (true)
Only just a third
They said take what you can get and maybe you can earn
Told me that it's just the metric don't take it personal
I said always stay concerned
Take what you can make and make it work
Get that nine tummy tucked if they take what's yours
Tell em' we can make it burn, we the people, we the surge
Word
I guess my issues weren't something they could learn
I guess maybe they the burden then
Church
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then you'll probably heal tomorrow (Sana Sana)
Sana sana, don't cry it's almost over
If it ain't healed today then, shit
This path that we walk upon is the collection of points that the rain has drawn.
The rhythm section of the storm.
By the moonlight to the gateposts of the forest,
in the snow light, we are bound for the portal of the pines.
Stand and deliver
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection (oh-oh)
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
We've cheapened time and evolution
To be violently erased is non-fiction
Those summits and peace treaties
Are just worthless words
It's all smiles and handshakes
But who moves to disarm?
Radium, uranium
One more isotope to add the collection
The age of outrage
Has been reasoned into submission
And cries for peace are no longer in fashion
I wonder if we'll see the point through cataracted eyes
Or draw breath from irradiated lungs
And sigh as we exit times seven
Stand and deliver
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection (oh-oh)
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
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