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I'm classic black like jazz musicians
With precision I follow my intuition
Still looking at the world through a prison
Or prisms, can't quite get

you're still blind 
Sand spilled, dry baptise 
Syndrome strikes, thunder dies 

Bow to me, better exception
No life designes, dark contour sides
Stressed

high
Always had a thing how I would get by
Never had a clue put my quest in I
Q the ambition why the stress oh my
Know one day I'm a touch the sky

Yeah
My voice a lil' raspy but
It's all good, let's get it (Bink!)
Yeah

'Kay, I'm up 'til noon, strategizin' and overthinkin'
Dancin' with my

One and only
I spot you in the club
Dancin' all alone
Kinda wanna hit you up
So you're not on your own
You're capturing my eye
And I'm enraptured by you

Two souls joined by a smile and a stare
But now - when one looks up the other's not there
Misery loves company but the greedy won't share
Two minds

Blue Jeans

Lana Del Rey

Video Games

2011

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

Native New Yorker

Sybersound

Disco

1999

know by now]
You're a native New Yorker

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin'

to prove
Even though nigguhs might think you cool
I can tell by your eyes, you're lonely
No need to be a phony, homie
Show me what's the 411
Or the 412, if

dancin'
With your rhythm groovin' I can find a new answer
I can't see the sound, but its all around
I need your well of freedom in the drought of my doubt

the interval
City liquified to dust particles silver
You're non-coexistent with more
Gallons of rear end flesh
Organs won't survive unless your
Heart is a prism

still my head in the clouds
I'm starting to think that I ain't never gonna come down
My best is yet to come, I'm dancin' in the sun
Bathin' is these rays

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

Transparent as a prism - even if you isn’t 	
When youre genuine; you hope others are the same 	
In  my experience that is usually not the case	
Cant front,

my elixir
Stick to my gut and the scripture half polish I'll Czech you but to the white man still a Nigga
Grab me a pencil think it's worth M's when I

wanted n they thought it was a thing
But they never got a call back, never got a ring
I think we're better when seperate
Still text "You're the best that I

you're still the singin' in the kitchen, the dancin' down the hallway
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in

so, our love can still grow, right
I mean, after all, we're still dancin' in the moonlight
Want nothin' changed but some internal sufferin
To keep you,

of time
I will love you 'til the end of time
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember (oh

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

Yesterday's Song

Hunter Hayes

Yesterday's Song

2016

the woo-ooh gettin' stuck in my head
Now yeah, I still let go when the feeling is gone
Baby, now you're just yesterday's song, yesterday's song

Yesterday's

runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze

by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back

pep talks
That's my verbiage i'd be there by now
But my journey been discourteous
So I still march like February 30th (oh shit)
But the red doors pepper