Lyrics:
got drama, I got commas, I got columns
The black boy has found his worth and determination through his plantation
No more breaking In houses and putting
heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
Messiah in my column yet you say I'm Christless?
Talk to 'em!
Saved by Grace in Him he made me righteous
Raised from the dead and He my head so I
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
Its order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
wizing
Speed of life
In an eye blink
Sneezing
I link Watford
London missing
The most high
All love no hissing
No hate dissing
Just reminising
Elevating
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
chart, but different column
Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
They gon' put your life in the jury's hands
You prolly would have thought
Twice
just not human
This i've known but i'll never learn
Scars You won't ever earn
Start to the finish
Hard in the fucking paint
Marvel and witness
Pardon Me
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
It's order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
More columns
If you know we got beef
Don't approach me in the street
Cause ill punch you in the face
Then I'm leaving with a skeet
And I'm goin
and problems
Can I solve them, solve them, solve them
Stuck in these columns, and columns, and columns
I think I lost them, I lost them, I lost them
So just put
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
c liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with
problems)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet
It ain't nothing
to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic
Yea, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business
He flunked junior high band he
Im making problems that do not exist
Don't think I'm in the right pitch
So many columns I'm burning the bridge
I cannot take it so switch
I been out
One, two, three
A boy that grows up in a beach town
And never learns to surf
Sounds like the perfect distillation
Of my time spent here
There are many secrets in old buildings
Not many people guess these riddles
But there is one house in the heart of the city
Green walls reflected in
critical quality attribute
Certainly a 5µm column would suffice
Back in the day when LC systems weren't this nice
Sub-2um SEC columns nowadays is common
But
It's the ass grabbing, asthmatic want static
Here some downy
Cook you like a brownie, in the oven
I know you fucking niggas loving
This motherfucking
say I'm rollin' in the dough
Man I could do this forever, this is easy
Everybody's readin' my column
Hey ah, y'all don't tell my mom, that I write
filled with love
Don't wait until I'm waving
And drowning in a sea of tears
It is too late tomorrow
Obituary columns are filled with love
Filled
filled with love
Don't wait until I'm waving
And drowning in a sea of tears
It is too late tomorrow
Obituary columns are filled with love
Filled
Spew columns made of light
Shooting out from a husk spew
Thin flickered lights
Forming limbs in the cusp
We're just nodes figures, values, weights
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