Distorted and complicated. I'm sorry but it's over. Essential to awaken. How moving. Here we are. That's what it's all about. I'm sorry but it's over.
I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket. I am sinking into the bed, light around me. Beautiful washes of pulsating color. Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees.
It makes me wish I was a banger. I'd come and retaliate. I tend to avoid impulsive gangster attitudes. 'Cause they will blind you. . It's gonna eat you up, it's gonna drag you down.
I can't even concentrate on this. It's over thought, anticipated. The pen ink is running dry. It's been thrown to paper and wasted. Creativity has been blocked and over tasted.
I'm the addict on the corner. I'm the lawyer in the tower. I'm the body with the coroner. No, the leader with all the power. You're the pillow, the cool side.
Here we go down that same old road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same old road again. A memory, a regret, a hope.
Here we go down that same ol' road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same ol' road again. . A memory, a regret, a hope.
There's a way, a way to get out of here. To escape these storms and find some shelter. To rid of your darkness, to rid of your boredom. . There's somewhere, somewhere that you can go.
-[Intro]-. -[Pusha T]:. . Is your neighborhood pusha. And we on the V.I.P. shit. We spend it like we print it nigga. Ughh. . -[Verse 1]-. -[Pusha T]:.
She's to blame I'll erase routine,. With a spark to ignite the flame,. And in this struggle of guilt to tame,. It's freedom I'll obtain,. She tied me up,.
-[Intro]-. -[Rick Ross]:. You niggaz ass backwards out here nigga. You're wedding shouldn't cost more than your funeral nigga. . -[Drei Ros]:. Drei Ros, Rozzay, Gucci Mane... Euro Bricks Muthafucka.
So you say. So you said it right. So you say. So you said it right. . Waiting below. The sun's getting brighter. Downstairs, I dwell. . So you say. So you said it right.
To sacrifice one's self. Never made sense to me. 'Cause life is really the only. And last gift we've all received. . Some men waste it in the name. Of something that you can't see.
White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me. Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies. . Night falls beneath candle light. . Cast shadows, incense fragrance.
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It's gone from light to grey. But I'll move those clouds away. Letting the sun shine through. In this ode to you. . Let the demons have their place. If so its angels you'll create.
Remove my hands and feet. Watch me crawl on my stubs. Throw me to the street. Watch me fall on down head first. . Its not that simple. I needed this from the start.