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visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait

a deeper impression than Monet

Sepia-toned hue they wanted that old school drop 
beneath the conifers where all of the toadstools pop
adrenaline in my veins

can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert

If I tried to count all the times
I feel like I've put my foot in it
I think my brain would probably implode
So I tried to disguise them
In lines

bothered
Aint got time for the sleep
Im just chasing my dreams
Working on all these things

Allllll this life has meant to Meeee
Is cars and diamond rings
By

cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden. 
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward

dread lockin me, Ooo

Father take these impressions from me
I'm not impressed by the world
I'm learning these lessons slowly
But you been pressing on me

a fuckin' sandwich

Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force

Donald Trump Impression

(okay)
First impression, you get my attention (let's do it)
And she bad, she came out the trenches (she bad)
Lil' ghetto, lil' bitch independent (ooh)

Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A

big progression
Whole adolescence, big recession, made me a man learn big old lessons, yeah
I got my mama on my mind, ging right behind
Barlow got big

Uh, alright (Ya dig?)

Old, oh before my time
Old, oh before my time

Now look, I'm the greatest
They like "what the hell happened"?
Devilishly

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002

the stabbing
The blare slicing through my headspace
Ghosts say my name every now and then
At least twenty times thought someone I knew was calling me
Take

under the impression
That things for me will change
There parts of my life I can rearrange
By the time that it's over you'll be Amazed

to leave impressions
 But when you leave, There will be no impression
 Find the connection, Time to leave a mark
 I could feel the tension right from

impression on you
I kill each spark
Before it lights
Why do I do it every time
Its hurting me
That I'm hurting you
My thoughts and actions don't align

Before the parade passes by

Look at the crowd up ahead
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
Look at the crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my old

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

I hear your impressions like old thoughts
I'm never gon' pick up your missed calls
Your music gon' drown in your masculinity
All of my girls they

I'll Move On

Jagged Edge

Unleashed

2003

Looking at my life, doing what's right because I'm able
Loving these lessons, more protected, feeling gradel
I'll move on
Here I live by, knowing I don't

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

the dick is a 40 
Imma make a mil before my age read 40 
Just by writing down my thoughts play back recording 
Same bitch on hold bitch keep on holding

Thinking back to my formative years
Headphones on my ears ignoring my peers
Music was all I needed then
Nostalgia for the old days I'll never see