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Eric Dutton

Eric Ogden Dutton (26 July 1883 – 29 March 1968) was a British lacrosse player who competed in the 1908 Summer Olympics. He was part of the British team that won the silver medal. more »

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Cob webs in my head, searching the attic for something
God bless this nonsense, words in a panic it's nothing
It's just jumbled, Scrabble tiles, a jumble
Lightning and thunderstorms, a struggle
So many things that I juggle
Jenga, one slip, and I'm chillin' under the rubble
No white flag, just a bloody rag
Wiping my brow, getting up and fighting back
The time is right now, Eric D gonna share a secret
Cause Eric D gonna let you know where he keeps
Everything, make it easy, is it green, is it weed
Is it some type of alien enhanced tab of LSD
OG, is it DMT?
No, no, man it's me
Attempting to fire the missile
Into the sky with a brush, see just how high that it gets ya
Painting the space wall, making it rainfall
Turning it to ice like my angle is St. Paul
Not I wanna live, God how can I forgive
Myself for not doing the shit I wanted up as a kid?
High hopes and big dreams
Just hoops, no big screens
Twenty years later, I write till my pen bleeds
Underneath everything's a puzzle piece
And if I'm cornered, I will take you straight to the edge (and-one!)
A utopia how dope it feels to hold the pen, explode within
The flow is sick, y'all are "NaCL", ocean wind
I turned the page and so begins

The story of me
Let it be told
Turning these words into gold
As I float through space and time
I see the nebula in your eyes
Oh you take me home
The one that we can't find
Your shine gives you away, girl
I wanna show you, take my hand

Head on your chest, tell that I'm stressed
Rubbing my back to extinguish the mess
Whatever it takes, I'll give you the world
The whole Universe is the shit you deserve
Just a man but I'm Eric D
Raise your glasses, I can barely see
All my life I was scared to be myself
Checkmate, walk aimlessly
In the desert drought, uh, my head is clouded
Till the ink rains down, that says it loud
Now the dirt is mud, drag my name through it no
Whatever it takes, stupid, whoa
Ad Astra, I aim to them, though
Wrong dimension
I don't appreciate your condescension
But you demons have no clue
No comprehension of my full potential
I'm Apollo, beyond that
Throttle, I got that
I am on top of that launchpad
Do it for Mom, Dad
Wish you were here
Jacob, don't worry, I'll bring souvenir
Shoot for the stars, see the moon in the rear
(Side note but my cat is being cute as hell right now)
Ain't that something, I'm a spaceman cometh
Determination is running in my veins
I'm under the highway, smoking a cone
Hoping to go my way is the high way, oh Lord
Dive straight into a pile of hybrids
Like my Prius is broke it's sitting idle in driveway
Just a man but I'm Eric D
Raise your glasses, I can barely see
All my life I was scared to be myself
But guess what, I'm the narrator now

The story of me
Let it be told
Turning these words into gold
As I float through space and time
I see the nebula in your eyes
Oh you take me home
The one that we can't find
Your shine gives you away, girl
I wanna show you, take my hand

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