Lyrics:
language like piano keys
Allow me to provoke babe
You can sing the melody
Every single stroke babe
And as I kiss your third eye
Bet your love come sweet
Only
Ever since you left
The womb you've consumed
The words of the world
It's language acquisition
How would you know how to ask
For a cup of milk
You
Sleeping eyes sleep awhile
And let me get to know your language
If I believe all I see
I would hate to be around for the dawn
Sleeping eyes stay
I'm catching every third word
What you're tryna tell me
Yeah, this place is wall to wall
Yeah, it's loud as hell
I can't hear a thing, but I know
can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's his first time
the man you respect?
And where is the woman you love?
Where's the woman you love?
Third week with the jar
You find
Everything dies
We won't
the man you respect?
And where is the woman you love?
Where's the woman you love?
Third week with the jar
You find
Everything dies
We won't
describe your divisions, anatomical derision
Lobster head and lobster feet
On arriving with a third language
Tucked into your brief case, next to your
and clowns
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech
Blue-plate special analysts, cells
The third time we opened the capsule everything went.....
Here sings the innocent
He's turning water into brine.
Take my words and take my language
a license
Psychology too
But your PHD isn't givin' me the blues
Movin' on
Oh, movin' on
Go to third-world countries
Kickin' three-legged dogs
'Bout
can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's his first time
the sun sets on the third day
you've got to get dear old princie to fall in love
with you that is he's got to kiss you,
not just any kiss the kiss
intentions like I'm Hegel with the questions
Stupid with it, treat perspective like it's fiction
It's just Menace vs Villain
Chomsky; Language acquisition
Did
of Revelations
When the Seven Seals are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
Wormwood will fall from the sky
We smoked
One toke, two toke
Third time you choke.
We spoke
One word, two words,
Third one we had our own language.
Inside,
It's an inside thing,
Stepped off course
And saw a snake
Rats outside
My minds a cake
Good to keep my third eye closed
Be weary of the spirit world
They want blood
They
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they
Can't fuck with the language
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with
that gets over played
Everything is permanent now
Bubbles in your third rosé
Everything is permanent now
Movements of the Milky Way
Everything is
third party situation
A married man with a see-through smile
Who's not quite what he seems
Oh, I'm having trouble with the language
Having trouble
past
All natural, doctor Sebi, you gon' have to CBD me
I been watchin' what they feed me (whoa, whoa)
I like when she tell me with her body language
whatever
I'mma get that green
I ain't concerned about the clout
When I got diamonds on my rings
That's my third bust down this week
Had the trap shut down
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