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you liked 
It's so sad the song I never sing

All along the watch tower
Cold glass eyes survey the world
It's hard to sleep
Hard to survive 
It's

girl
Symphonie Fantastique

Don't go breaking your heart
Trying to re-write her part
To suit illusions
In your curated world

Cause she'll dance through

curated world of cruelty
All of your surgery is gone
Nobody recognizes who you might have been
But at least there's still the news
But something is amiss

the world's curated by fools
So I'm a leave you with some jewels you can sell if you choose

All my life all I know
Ain't no progress if I don't make it so
All

Make sure I leave an impact when I drop like a crater
Shake the world that I curated
In awe of the amazement of creation
I created a collective

Confusion trumps distraction
Here it goes again

Lost in some twilight zone
Between the reality
Of political corruption
And a dream world of conspiracy

back helplessly and watch the world descend
Into chaos curated by suited men
And they all look like me

But oh, something has to start making sense

down
And everything else will work itself out
Everything else will work its-

Oh, I'll sit back helplessly and watch the world descend
Into chaos

yeah yeah
But you know that you not the one who curated, yeah
Over ninety nine problems in this world
Lemme tell that you'll never be one girl
Unless you

I'm too high 
Never falling out the sky
I let my fingers type away
And Then I leave the world behind
And while I write
Turn off my mind
And let my

abyss

Do you like the colors in my world? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
It's not a fantasy, it's curated by my heart (ooh, ooh)
We can't lose the magic of our

of yourself
Or curated versions of yourself it's
Like this idea for the search
Of the definitive self
It's kind of ever-present and
We're so conflicted, cause

Gold Bottles

Wiz Khalifa

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

2019

tired of curated playlists
Nothing else to say, but let's get paid
We ain't promised tomorrow, so we live today
Different stroke, same weed, rolled in

hand's extension to your mind
A glance at words behind the glass
Moves a world living too fast

All we hear is pre-configured and curated
Swallow all

Lost in space
Lost in time
Sanity replaced
By a new paradigm
Awaken to debris
Upon a foreign land
A new reality
A new world at hand
A world as empty

my fans
And I'm excited to
Finally give you more music on that note
I'm proud to share P3 with the
World lol and perform for all
Of you once again we

a picky-packin'
Backward
To a time when
Fruits of labors
Walls of tangible tapestries
Curated
By a gal who
Likes theater
Sits affixed
Til she can clippy-clap

the world's never had
Is that the American dream
A.K.A the American scheme
The thought that we can all have financial freedom
Is really the reason we need

Everyone knows that’s an overestimation
See through the fake smile
So transparent
See through the curated content
Picture perfect
See through all the bogus

Curated acres of landfills
Disregarded souvenirs of fears and moments and loves and laughs and hates
Create
Destroy
Create

Wait
I hesitate
I don't feel

You are now listening to bar code
Curated by Darth Bills featuring artists from across the world!

Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me

for getting loose (Gettin' loose)

Keep my head high 'cause I know I have a halo (Gettin' loose)
Confidence required to be in my world
Best of both

get what you can when you can
Cause this is the way that the world turns now
For Twenty-first Century Man

When he stumbled in through the hospital door

August Fanon we ain't fa none

Tap in with all of my surroundings
Some people thinking my world is so astounding, SHIT
I roll DOLO from state