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joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
are just pixels
And DNA's coding that's activated by light and then crystallizes within you
64 codons
Six plus four like the bits in my tendo I play
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
everything you need to survive in life
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. Of A
Because we do more before 7 A.M than most niggers do in their
the day Im blind
Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power
Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour
Is it our nature that makes them feel
break necks every time I drive by
Skrtttt
I pull up (I pull up) (I pull up)
In some shit that you only seen in the movies (Ay)
A baddie beside me
Ooh she
or two after some fool snaps
Law and order is restored by my hero Charlie Mack
Pull up into the limo and head for the jam
Charlie cracks all the knuckles
breath could come any second
Ya last text follow your gut no second guessing
Trust in the process to get some blessings
Wonder if my conscious ascends
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
every minute
Every second every hour reinvesting in my power
My soul ain't for sale we all know that man makes the dollar
Told my momma don't cry wipe
what it should show me
My train of thought
Never sort of derails
Even when nearing hell's abyss
That offsets
Or balance the scales
Being
no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
CHORUS
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things
head
Mm here we go again man I'm off my meds
It's seven fifty-seven so it's time to take flight
I'll have a fly ass track by the end of the night
I'm
black?
Why you gotta make this racial?
I have some stories that are wack
Some stories just be painful
But until you walk my path
You cant be seated at my
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
diamonds
I don't need it, so before my critics call me a headcase
I'm staying in the room to get some headspace, like
Please forgive me I been gone for so
to the cemetery
Sun drenched capillary
Fine branched vessels form a network
Of something special
Some sort of lever up or down
A fight forgotten is a hazy sort
tased by the bacon, this fucking charlatan
Ought to be tossed off the roof of a church in Charleston
The worst sort of human in the universe, bar none
should look for something new
Should experience some cold to see his fire
Should go to the mountaintop alone
Then he knows where the panther is
In her
Second story you told me
Got me fucked up
If it weren't for this motherfucker
You'd be fine
And it's shitty to think
This verse can apply
To like 7
touch, yeah
Don't budge, don't budge, I told my shooters they catching them slugs, yeah
7 Figures
Imma need 8 figures
Imma need 9 figures
By the time that
To all of my homies, peace
Lookin' for your slice to eat
Finding your balance, we
Searching for good love
Good love Good love Good love
Good love
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