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A story unfolds with pieces of gold
And I don't feel I should be this old
The coliseums and fine museums
Perfect places that we know

I'm Chekhov's

Hypnotic
Black ultra
On a Leash

Introducing Chekhov's rope
In the first act
It should be hung

Do or die
Black Fever
Death dreamer
Purple hails

I was hinting at it from the start and now I got my Chekhov
Add another goal for every bucket that I check off
Work pay off
Thirst stay on ok
My

time
While holding hands with the pig
Who in his holster holds Chekhov's gun

Hide behind crooked lines
It's a revolving door of corruption
Slap

time
While holding hands with the pig
Who in his holster holds Chekhov's gun

False reports, broken doors
Did you forget how to work the body cam?

now that the game's begun
And there's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run
I'm pulling the trigger on your chekhov's gun
So don't tell me

stop this train

Oh Chekhov, put the gun down
I can't take another turn inside my life
Another smile, other delight
Shakespeare, can't you hear me
I

the sky burning. 
That's Chekhov's gun. 
I will try to change things which called unturning. 
While our heart in my arm.
I don’t want it,
But I love it.

everything I've done and what's to come is
Not much different from
Chekhov's loaded gun, the final act has just begun
There are ways I stay awake at night

begun
Sing the hook
Yeah that's Chekhov's gun
I mean even Stevie Wonder
Can see that we really done
Yeah but at least it was fun
Anyway I'm gonna stay

Chekhov's gun is so distracting

Dang-nabbit I'm rabid you silly rabbits
This summer evening it's hunting season, Bugs is on the blacklist
No carrot

it's hard to think straight with all these corporate thinktanks
I'm on blast to conserve your laugh
Lifes hard without some fun I'll shoot the chekhov's

blade 

Narrowed in the iron sights of Chekhov's gun 
The question as a weapon is more power than a thousand blazing suns 
Any real evidence of life is

by Chekhov's gun
She makes more sense than most, I'd say
To me, you are the chosen one
So I'm sure you're doin' okay, you're doing okay
Open up

of the story
Is to surrender all control

Far reaches are like Chekhov's gun
He's pressed it to my head
The moment I abandon
Is the day that I lie dead

the thunder, the jealous sky,
My god, the thunder, answer the night

The clouds are smoking like Chekhov's gun,
Like Joni and her love songs,
They're complicated

am Chekhov's gun

No sudden moves
No sudden moves

bringing home the store brand
Whole life with a stone against your shoulder
Tryna flip the symbol over
Get it equal to or more than
Chekhov says you got

know it
Remember what Chekhov said?
But the persistence of your accusations
Telling me you’re not Ok

I guess you’re not ok
It’s truth – you’re not ok
Go

Conrad, Chekhov, and du Maurier 
Goethe, Bronte, and Balzac
Forster, Flaubert, and Dickens
All raconteurs of transience 

I revel in the music that I hear

to groove right
Smoke Q right and play right
I’m scribbling this play right like Chekhov, aight!
In the closet with the Nymphodoras 
Call me Remus Lupin
In

Chekhov, the vodka and the Czars
I was thinking about blood libel, and the graves of Babi Yar
Isn't it obvious, we see things differently
And I drink my cup

fucked
Preferred comedies so I kept it all tucked
But Chekhov had planned it, ego got cucked
Let me not be, and don't let me see
A tear for I plea
But if

Are these writers trying to cut me off?
The black dog trope
So overused
But Chekhov approves
If it runs in the family, it's running after me
We're only