Lyrics:
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
when my heart feel
Like a mad dinosaur
That either or
I'm stuck without a paddle you find an oar
Help me battle more
Wow
And I know you wonder how
But I
bout to break the pen
Pencil be the oar when its sink or swim
Get played real soft
Like a mandolin
U runnin round wit a man
Who a mannequin
Wit ya
the portion of
The album he played in the studio, meek
Doesn't see these worlds as contradictory
There are clear pop efforts
Like the two songs that Meek
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
scribbled on a page reflect the state that I have been in
An imbalance of faith and serotonin
Here I am, like before
Anxious and insecure
Something has felt
the oars that you paddle with, yeah and that's real life shit, I promise you I never thought I'd feel like this, not in a million years, now I'm really in
down they can't stand it
They be like
Damn how that man handle that planet
And I tell em that
I got the world
I got the world
I got the world in my hands
Picture these as the engines that drive you to excel like the powerful pistons in a race car
Notice how they feel strong, perhaps a bit tight or completely
Vacate
Like the castle of Macbeth
Like the battle of Mac's death
Scheming three witches
I'm screaming in pitches that people can't hear
So I'm keeping
are still beyond my sight
I know I'll see your face that day
Oh Ithaka, when I reach you at last
I come from another world
I come from beyond the sea
Oh
and being a whore
Feel like I'm canoeing towards the wind ima need a bigger oar
Room full of bad shorties they all fairies feel the magic aura
Ain't no lean
the galley
With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae
Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine
Guards like "all signs correlate with sorcery"
It's more
supposed to be like an open road but for you, it was more like a boat-less oar
Wish I knew a way to take us back does that make me a maniac
Maniac
Does that
Staunch bare battlescars yet still eager to win
engrave beats like tā moko beneath of the skin
Ain't no chief by kin still we launching this waka,
guided on by the light, we'll reach the edge and then we'll find out
All I want is to make the call that proves them wrong and take the fall
I can see
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
senses
Like Laurence Fishburne and you have
A squad behind you
You literally can put the
World in slow motion
It’s still February, right?
(security guard
Up a creek with no paddle and an oar that's a python
And my aura's a bright one,
And I mourn with the lights on
Look Death in the eye sockets
Don't
it, after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck, what? that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam
help paddle but this dumbass only brought one oar
Sometimes I feel like shady cause y’all act like you never seen a white person before
Y’all think that
losing this world we love and it looks like the sin that won't end,
So I'm reaching high up above, Lord let your blessings begin
And let's change
so Sinatra
You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars
But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em
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