Lyrics:
biting me and make sure my bedrooms doors still locked
Oh, look at the clock
You should practice these things by yourself
I know these words really
willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for real
Now that you know
dreaming
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like you look into me
They looking at me like they looking at you
I look into you like
slain, its head was taken
By a noble Indian brave
These line have no pertinence
So let it roll on like a wave
Do you look outside your window?
Can you see
stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back
My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by
still Def and you still can't hear 'em
If you was a shadow, you couldn't get near 'em
Even if there's "Thirteen Ghosts," you couldn't fear 'em
Look
the clutter of guilty pleasures
Your mind and body dissolve
Into the tick tick boom of a time bombs sweeping clock
Frozen in the glaze of eyes too many
You seek
take you by the hand (uh)
Maybe change the way you think and show you how to plan
Fuck a Chanel bag, I'll put you onto buyin' land
Sit you down, show
An empty room, an empty home
All the signs that you were there
An empty time, an empty mind
My life turned into an empty stare
At the things which
Met up with you
The other day
A coffee shop
Across the way
We walked across
The city then
Exchanging looks
Ten-fold by 10:00
If I'm taking my time
As a negation of the people who worship it
You know, Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe is worshiped, you know
By countless numbers of people who know
They'll never be
here
To make this moment last
So make this moment last
I dont know if I have the words when
You look into my eyes
But when you walk into the room then
I
and gone?
Scared to look on and on
No way of coming outside and living
Real or True?
Defined by the clocks and the timekeepers of our day
Are we even able
ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr you
like I want to cry
Hands on dreamy forehead
Standing with you in the spring sunshine
One o'clock in the morning
Passing by quickly brings endless sorrows
die
I'll be there
Every single time
Suddenly when I look into your eyes
It seems the record is spinning a little out of time
I'll be there
Smoke
into a cart
They are so fresh, every part!
I love supermarket!
Cheese and noodles into a cart
Juice and snacks into a cart
They look yummy, every part!
by my side
I think
You should look deep into my eyes
And tell me how to make you smile
'Cause when I see you smile, even for a little while
It takes
left on the clock
Oh no I'm telling you no I don't want to travel there all alone
Cause I can see us with Mnt. Fuji on the side
I know I'm not dreaming
Grey floaters inside my eyes
And visible when you look into a clear blue sky
Memories of days gone by
Activated by a mirror ball shining bright
In
Of suburban box stores shut my mouth
Finally fired a bullet into my sleeve
Months break hands off the clock
I painfully flattened out a rock
Caught a home right
all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world god
And I am
By the looks of it baby
It’s a good day
Woke up two fogue
Count it off my bread tray
I need silence in the building
When the boss arrives
Will
shouldn't but you never knew why
Never mind, this the feeling I've been wanting for time
Flying blind, into a wall strong drawing to shine
I just looked
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