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of what you ate you say that you got me but I know you don't you say you gone spot me but I know you won't wasting time with semantics wasting time with
semantics Lost in an age of panic Bigotry clouding the mind of The zenith Lost in an age so frantic With visions distorted by Smoking semantics Lost in an age
You're wasting all of my sense, ay You want my answer Semantics slipping out my hands, like Don't wanna step on the line of defense Don't want
like a necromantic Rhymin' schemes are sick but not ever sycophantic Never too frantic, study semantics Or better yet, study this Arachnamantics Droppin'
fucking stand it God damnit Causing panicked reactions with our manic antics Here we stand planted Causing damage with our vocal semantics We two
semantics It's only a matter of folding time and space Before I become your epidemic Don't ignore my presence Hidden reads the scrolls By the time I
may seem like semantics We know it's more to help the web Hosts know how to file our albums But if you minimize your worldview To a genre or vocation
A loner So why you think I get all caught up In the semantics It makes me manic You don't want no good girl All polished You want yourself a failure A big
fear and aversion Last stand for hopeless romantics To find soul in scrambled semantics Last time on stage for all the bards As bakers become prison
got it, formality getting me screaming Semantics, you’re on one, you got it, I know what you meaning Correct me, I dare you, I’m fuming, do you know who
Semantics [Verse 1] Been sitting on a branch of a lonely tree by the hilltop I keep a firm and sturdy stance as to not give away my sore spots Look
Spare a thought for the last romantic He's got no time for our deviant antics He's not versed in love semantics He's only got eyes for one His type
deep I see it in the shadow of every stranger on the street I just can't believe it Yeah I fell for it again Caught up in semantics When you're calling
Like the “painting of stanczyk” Started seeing things real romantic Let the vibe start to hit us Organically Don't like talking, not fond of semantics
fear and aversion Last stand for hopeless romantics To find soul in scrambled semantics Last time on stage for all the bards As bakers become prison
do semantics Cold as mug in thing I don't really panic I just throw some prayers up and and then I get to spazzing I just bagged a shorty she baddie
baby Guessing your semantics, maybe I should be clever, I know better than this But I kinda like it brisk I kinda like it like this Tit for tat coming
semantics I used to be your guilty pleasure Now I'm your bad habit You confuse easy with lazy Shouldn't be so hard being still The gravity of the situation Is
Keeping up with your semantics On and on people never change, But pray you'll always stay the same On and on and on and on and on and on I would get into
been) Skip the semantics Swallow your antics You can't imagine Where the fuck I've been You can't imagine You can't imagine Where the fuck I've
a particular way Cause this is not okay So if you could say Please Cause this is not a game I want to play Please I've never been good with semantics You're
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police, you
this morning they're just disputing semantics Disputing semantics Blatantly apparent Necessary illusions, broadcasting... Releasing, persuading,
this morning they're just disputing semantics Disputing semantics Blatantly apparent Necessary illusions, broadcasting... Releasing, persuading,
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