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I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

This album is dedicated to my mother. (Thank you)

Morph north towards your doors...

Lay into the chords now as I tell you how I feel
Sharpening my

seashores
I twist the locks inside my doors
Cause I was falling off and
Tryna drive some suicides before
Now I parachute the pants
Pockets heavy from

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

I'm a long way from fall, feel like passing off
They like Tech N9ne album, They on asinine
Asinine you know, They all asinine you know
Got more facets

is worthy of our praises, we should praise Him more (Yes)
Got some cases and let's face it as we close the doors (Yes)
Drink the pain away might help

to your door
Come in yo house and fuck up yo décor
I'll act an ass all up on your porch
I'm on that shit like, pass me the torch
Sorry my nigga I just want

waiting by the door hope she come back but she won't
Guess I gotta just accept that she ain't here anymore
I turn around and heard a sound I coulda sworn it

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us
And lovers from times of old
Because it's all about the little things now
Like the post man at your door
Or the fact you got your rent paid

dreams, so I'm leaving
Out the backdoor, move fast not slow
Got my own goals, Abraham Maslow
Got the bag packed, with the gun by the door
Car parked in

dead, Let it blow
Go reflect, Reassure
Go be more than before
Open the door, top of the throne, money it grow, I need me some more
Get ready for war,

I don't want a life led by life lessons
Still waiting for kind presents 
My first 5 albums out built on conscious, built on thoughts, now reinventing

Packed your clothes by the door
She like give me some more
I'm like no no no no
In 'bout 5 minutes I gotta show
And I pray every night up to God
Wondering

The album you are listening to is almost over
And now's the time to say all the words I have leftover
It's been a really great ride, I gotta say
But

low on my own, yeah

I don't know, why the fuck do I feel so low
Why the fuck would I rather die 
Than go outside or go to the door
Answer my phone but

in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not

to knockin on closed doors all year
I don't wanna go that route tryna cop a brand new house
Top of that tryna get away vaca just me and my spouse
All day

down got back up
Got cleaned off got better
And how He made me stronger
Now I used to go by the name Big C
But now I am Transparent-C I want the world

Make a milli, then I might die
G's all clean what you imply?
As I'm waking by I'm leaving all black eyes behind me
I'm tailing you, don't mind me
Point

door, cuz' all I drop is dope
My city getting hooked and you don't want the smoke
I ain't runnin' outta' butane
Got the flame where I reside and that is

Aye
Hold on
Uh
Look
Right
Yea
Right
I got Demons on my side
I got, hold on
Aye, look
Smoke in front the corner store
Cops passing by while we going

through then it'll make ya
I take risks and shake the scale on the Richter
They say you only live once but I beg to differ
Everyday that flies by bars only