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moving

The muses avoid my phone calls
(you have one new message) yes they do
You don't love me anymore
What happened to me and you?
I can't extract you

Sit back
I got news for you fools
Drink that take a sip
We don't play by the rules
I don't write for the views
I'm still paying my dues
Still don't have

in the city
Caught a guppy in the lake, fish by the plenty
Baby break fast in her Beamer, order Denny's
Take the hardship to the chin, ball chiny
Roses

Came back with my strengths, tempted by weakness
New place, new people, gotta pick up the pieces
If I don't, then I go off the deep end
People

offspring
For we owe no debts and bow to no king
Every war has it's costs and we've paid
Won by the bond of the party we've made

Warn with a call that

hocus-pocus
My eyes will show this, my eyes confirm this
As soon as I speak you gonna here a lie
My trust a unicorn you'll never see it come by
But when I try

a lucid dream
With the muses playing theme music
On a super string watch me do my thing
When the hypodermic stings
I could intervene by turning Mr
Hyde

Solange is on repeat
Feel like a Crane inside the fucking sky
Word to the wise bird
Banking on my name
Chase stay ahead by like five thirds
I know you hear

a mystery, beings coexisting
Lay my head by the dying the dead
And the thriving all our worlds colliding
Sacrifice and tithing
Chakras aligning
Cut from