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I cannot find the time I think it's passing me by
Lost in a dream hung-up in the sky
Oh, the simple things in life, always make me cry
So, hang me up

from the get go
Why can't it be simple
Please don't close the window
I don't wanna fight
But I don't wanna die
I don't wanna cross the line
But you're

By design we're tough
There's no whining in those dreams force
If you can pick the winners and
Fix your mind for team sports
And if you can't then so

meet you halfway
Look for the lights
Down by the bay
Everything will be alright
With James Taylor
On my mind
And the easygoing lines
That speak to me

You said you would always ride
Now it seems like you changed your mind
I wish we agreed
On all the simple things
And that it didn't change our lives

Friends fall like dominoes, they topple one by one
Isolated and opposed, I think I better run
The line is drawn in the sand, never to be crossed

I'm King Of My Rhyme
Ahead of my time
You back of the line
I'm in the front
Not yet in my prime
Snapping your spine
The crown is mine
Bitch get up

the shallow heat of the human mind 
Teach the poor, ailing father a few lessons in magnitude 
Oh, the poor fellow 
The simple distinction is beyond him

mind
Like I been thinkin' thinkin' thinkin'
There was no reason for you to go cross the line
I've been seasoned at this and it's simple why
I just want

I find my mind is in conflict
I contradict logic with passion
And get lost in the imagined fashion of a line of chronic fractions
Bare boned baritone

Elements

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

found flat, face down around the map 

Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five 

The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine

a three legged dog
In the land where time means nothing
You can often lose your mind
Now place your bets, or better yet
Just join a conga line fifteen Cuban

frauding
Yeah, I'm just chopping, I know she be stopping
She just tryna take me off my seat and my options

It's simple 'cause I fly by
I'm just in the line

Blinded by the glare of the cold streetlights
A car drives past, its window coated with ice
I ask if they have one buck, two maybe three
Please say

That's how the shit go
I'm outta my mind
Running a line 
That you can't even tiptoe

Poetry in motion 
MidCoastin
Dead Poets gonna bring a few ghosts in
So

standing firm and humble

At first it seems so simple
At first it seems so right
Same patterns I can tell you
I know I am missing one
Different paths one by

HOOK
What a day to be alive I’m blessed
Everything’s going fine, no stress
Line em up, knock em down, whats next
Some days are tough but i’ll try my

getting lifted
Always saying anything on my mind
Overstimulated, overthinking, thoughts combined
Word vomiting, spitting all these fuckin lines
Why is

feel alive
Confetti on my mind
Drips from line to line
Coolest Vision we can't save this Town

Yeah look
Yeah yeah yeah look

Every morning chase

ain't fun no funds are literal
Crumbs left over no puns it's pitiful
So I grab an instrumental a stylus and a memo
Pad hit the lab then I go record a demo

Notes
I write the verse in my mind
Struggle with lines so I write them in rhyme
Used to make notes 'til my hand, couldn't move
Now I just type all my

find a piece of cheese
3 white knights tryna find the key to dreams
Speak my mind 'cause I'm keepin' alive
'Cause I read fine lines just to breathe,

acting it

Of a kind, eagle eye
Better than I've been before
Vilified, by the times
Didn't know the way it goes
In my mind, know I tried
All for what I'm

Where My Love At?

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

even some hate
And the feeling
When you dealin' wit'
Dumb hatred's ungreat
Five years
I met all kinds of people
Some minds are simple
Some kinds just