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Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview
Today, I'd like to talk to you about how to answer the common interview question "Why have you chosen this particular field?" This is a question that
and smudged reality
Everything has two faces
One is earthly without true form
The other blackened and blackening
And mother is in the fields
Father is in
a field of dreams, dirty as Bronson
Head filled with more schemes, than snakes in the garden
I tippy toe like Samurai, slit a throat, on stand by
Interview
interviews and shit, man
I appreciate y'all
It's been a, it's been a dope time on this major label shit, you know what I'm saying?
I've made millions
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
get up at ya
No losses (Ain't no losses)
That'll cost us (yeah that'll cost us)
In the field runnin drills put in work like them bosses aye
When you
Frank Ocean did not want to do this interview
(In fact, for the first hour he thought I
Had called only to discuss the
Feature, and didn't realise I
get up off yo ass I need yo help with all these bills
Could never settle for a job
Them interviews give me the chills
I know its risky in the field
I
Riot For New Kanada. The track takes the form of an interview with Mr. Finnegan. Note that the poem at the end of the interview is in fact the lyrics
interview
"Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts
It's complex in the complex
Everbody thinking who to con next
I'm dreaming about my interview with complex
And how I'm tryna be on
It's complex in
some questions for you"
He knew his luck had run out at last, so he fled that interview
One day some tough questions are gonna be asked of you
Hold
at the President and burning the flag
What!
Go against the grain, break the chains
Get out escape from the killing fields
With the power to form storms
I'm gonna
interview
"Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts
pulled low over their brows
A thousand wasted hours
Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields
Blossoms falling from the cherry tree
That's what
seh we giving them the best indeed
Anywhere we deh, we do a flex pon street
And the style weh we do, nuh moderate, stampede
Ah nuh interview, nuh
Intro
Yoh pizzythe cato, wakorofi
Gang gang gang gang......
Kukafunga ni form(form)
Kukafunga ni rada safi..yeah
X2
Ntateka madem na ganji (ganji)
money
Singin songs
And hustlin honey
In my field of schemes
You're the four leaf clover baby
Lay down
Your laundry list of dreams
Those stars
Are
Today, I'd like to talk to you about how to answer the common interview question "Tell me about yourself." This can be a tricky question to answer,
into you
And I love to talk a lot but don't
Do interviews maybe time tells
But I'm not the type to listen
Come find me where you could
Com fine me I
my window
Job interview the next day
Bad karma's keeping me up oh
In the form of a text from my ex
3am listing off all the things that she misses about
To arms citizens
Form your battalions
Let us march, march
May impure blood
Soak our field's furrows
Arise children of the cyber lands
The day
the stars
We are a special speck of dust
A fleeting moment on an ark
A celebration, a resthaven of life
Lay on a field of green with mother Eve
With
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