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Yea, c'mon c'mon, yea, c'mon

Let's take a trip but not of the physical
Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical
Through a gallery of thoughts

coming
Hope you know I will be throwing
Words around 'till I tire out
Can't sense myself what's that about
Lost my hope a long time ago
Know there's no

Never stopping
Causing all planets
In uh brain sense
Into clashing
Crashing
And mashing
A life's sense
As if uh nutcheck
Whether Punk or chick
A sin

second/you clap back
This is 50 vs/Ja Rule
cnd you know/who won/This is fun
Making fun/of these/dumb/
cnonymous/negative/oppositions/
Didn't know they exist/

I grew up angry in a worthless little town
All the postcards that you send me only serve to bring me down
And I know I'm being negative, but

I'm your devil in the details
I'm your detailed devil
I've got a dog leash
With your name on it
You got a loud smell
And a soft sense of direction
We

like Truman
A.K.A. The Bahamaland (March on Bahamaland)
Common sense ain't common, you confusing me
Jail him for a joint and let the murderer free?

with this
Speaking my opinion
I dont care who really fucks with this
Generations weak to scared to speak
A bunch of puppets bitch
Letting negative energy

The world's negative bullshit
Is never too big to fit on our bright screens
We sit on our couches
Accepting spoon-fed deception
Eyes so bloated with

a positive and negative, stay near.
Fence on a hill, sittin on a fence,
I'm a twist it up, spark it, look into the sky.
Doin show mile high, realize that I've

makes sense
Change
Make a change my brother
Make a change
Said I don't got a penny for your thoughts
Or a nickel for your kiss
What I carry is inspiration

finger fumble
Get your body over here
It's yo me and tú
Bitch I'm me yo tú
Senses got me sleeping late
It's a gift
Mastering coincidence
Haters coming

Baby you're just a graphic artist
And you're photoshopping all of your memories
To replace me when you dream

But I got the negatives

so negative Made me feel like I was deep
The only thing it did was feed my super-ears And raise a super-gotsenbeam
We all fell down Landed on top

What but a monster could this torment bring?
A life that's once forgotten, but not too far away
The left side of the senses is rotting in decay
Every

n***** sick
Ice on my neck huh negative temp
Got a thick lil bitch, she like to get her back bent & She ain't from the states
She got a sexy accent
N*****

I dreamed I was back in school 
Before the war 
With my negative self 
And my overbite and my rugby stripes 

And I was on the bleachers then
With

on purpose but only to make you sad
Tap in your senses before you react
Could this all be a story you made up or is it fact
Try to assume the best before you

I sense a disturbance, I can't unearth it 
Trying my best to come around and rebirth it 
The fans that I got I fought and earned it 
Bridges from

NO MARXIS TAN RÀPID 
NO EM DEIXIS QUE ENCARA EL MEU COR ESTÀ CÀLID 
 
SENSE TU EM SENTO SOLA 
PERDUDA 
 
LES HORES NO PASSEN 
EL DIES SON GRISOS 
TOT

If you roccin wit me ain’t no probably
If you out to get me know I gotta beam
Shouldn’t be a shocc I turned positive from negative things

tryna catch a vibe
Then I feel your fuckin' energy comin' by
I swear I can sense you from a mile away
And I always know the things that you are gonna say

Seal your mouth shut
Consume headlines
Fill fill the mold
Kill kill kill your sense of pride
Desperate anxious longing
I feel it physically
I'm slower

I'm coming to realize that there's no point at all
Dwelling on the negatives, it's rotting out my skull
An optimistic mind relieves the pressure