Lyrics:
tell what’s even real or who’s just tryna take a slice of my life
Loosing track of time inspection in my mind
Still i’m always searching for this long
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
seats, fender skirts, power everything - and oh, my word
It's got FM stereo, 8-track deck,' They say a Pontiac's a poor man's Cadillac
Last winter my
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles
Track-and-trace surveillance
The loss of right to protest - Drone inspections
These are the 'new normal' regimes of biopower
The technological, the political,
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles
that never ring
Like pru-puh-puh-puh-puh my feet on the run
Tryna put us down but we rise like the sun
Empty feelings so I keep my eyes on track
Making
flexing when I drive never texting
Sinus infection got a sinus infection
Life inspection when I pull up underdressing
Call me honey 'cause my vibe is
at reflections
But after closer inspection I Gotta know
Babygirl Is it worth it?
Them flaws perfection that beauty perfect
You stay up in the mirror searchin
I can see your tracks won't hold steady
Rickety conditions, but I can't be ready
We know nothing will
We know nothing really changes
Your roots
stop this shit, you can bet on it I swear
Be the best is my mission and I hold that mission dear
I’m staying on track I ain’t even tryna veer
Higher love
Made this beat
With my own 2 feet
Why don't you take a seat
While we do this inspection
Maybe wear some protection
Do a general election
Give you a c
I'm on the track this a
Meet I'm gone speed
Rapido
Got the Gospel on my
Feet check the sneaks
Zapatos
The Spirit quickeneth the
Dead man they ghosts
name chain, diamond chips crips style
With the magic bracelet, sweat with your case swiss
Athletic chick who run track
Hey miss, pleasure's all mine
Ran them numbers up daily like a streak
I could run it even if I wadn't an athlete
Gold medalist
Life my Olympic track meet
It's a problem when my
a inspection
10s lately when I think of sexin
Droppin dimes like a fed case
Too focused on the end goal
To fuck around lose the race for a head-case
Ain't NO
bitch mouth for Inspections
And I really could act so senseless
But I’m really not on the fences
You’re really just a small small spec
In my whole literal
not alike
Running hundred, track meet
That's a lotta stripes
Roll through tundras and cold summers
Momma ain't ever growing old, that's a whole bummer
let me know it's a issue
But they down to ride, they liable to hit you
You soundin' so big on your tracks, that don't fit you
Pull out the pistol,
Going to a mountain alone with her insect cage.
Lost track of time
While waiting for another insect.
Konchu Saishu.
Going home to give
Space is wavy, follow form it, analyze it spectrally
The specter in the spectrum
On inspection is an entity
You call it god, or man, or woman
Love
and rub it away
Policeman stopped me in my tracks
Said, "Hey you, you can't tape that
You're under arrest 'cause it's illegal"
So I shoved him off
was mostly, humbled by rejection
But in my heart, I knew my shit would always pass inspection
Correction, travel east and hit the inner section
Hip
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women
Against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization
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