Lyrics:
It's been more than a year
When we're nowhere near
Meeting daily turns to just a few phone calls
But I believe this won't affect us at all
How I
sir, why you big mad, I'm gon' chill baby, and put a little ice in my cup
We gon' chill and make up
It don't make no sense no more, why you still mad,
Get fine with this
Or you're chasing the cravings of craven agents that insist
Calling it old magic
Stopped making sense
Sworn to enforcing etiquette
trick or treating
Now i'm older I need some candy
I won't get handy
Unless there's millies in the meetings
My foot down yeah I'm speeding Got me swerving
chasing for a feeling
never wanna be in meeting
i am spitting non sense feel inn
something loyal detail reelin
on the state i thought just kiddin
ruhangowa bantu (you are a God of the people)
You come to us particular
Jewish messiah
Brown skinned and regular
Meeting us in our customs and contexts
You
It seems it's all in the words that we say
All the syllables counted till the end of the day
The voice we speak meeting a heartbeat
The memories we
don't know how to sense
Is this win or lose
Common sense got stuck behind a fence
Leaving me confused
Lonely boy's got a represent shout out to my bros
of fate and different souls
From different worlds collide;
In our meeting, crossing paths,
We bridged a great divide.
Suddenly my heart begins
To sense our
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give
were cripples
And people in wheelchairs and crutches
And it was snowing
And I got this sense that the
Whole city was singing this:
Oh please, don't pass
change like homeless hands
At the Soho Grand meeting my lawyer for lamb
He said we switch up the scam
They cannot foil the plan
It's getting warm outside,
without you
My sense's up or down goes
Straight to hell without you
Now is it time to go back to bed yet
I can't tell without you
And this food I bought
Meeting all tonight
Telling they're doing great
Telling they're doing great
Scatter [?]
And this brings into the air
Old berries in the trees
with my high school friends
Meeting where the train tracks end
Passing round a skinny joint
Rolling up to Lookout Point
I want to pull it apart
I can't feel the day now
I don't want to leave home
You can grow old making no sense
You're a big man
But your fenced in
You
I'm not through
meeting, and I pulled up with two sluts (two sluts)
Let's go boot up (ooh) and I got a lean-gut just like Buddha (like Buddha)
But I might shoot ya, ride
of London
I ain't fronting, I'm a sweet boy
Intentions are in question so my compliments are decoys
If that even makes sense?
The first time I met her,
a flower pattern shirt of quetionable style
It all made sense
The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
Better than they'd ever felt
the fall
There comes a time to rest your senses
Home And after all
I decided that I won't be on my own
So I'm driving
And the streets
Are
in my lungs that shit affected my breathing
Think this Post traumatic stress been affecting my sleeping
Need 300k for starters just to sit in a meeting
meeting quotas
Just know after I hit it, I’ll get the bag with you
If you bust a few missions know thay I’ll sag with you
Only need one chance
One chance
Sometimes I'm so afraid of me,
Cuz it's not like me to act this way.
Hear the voice inside of someone else,
I sense my second face again and show it
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