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Glue
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Haunt
We keep the memories alive until the final curtain falls Crawling through your front door, we begging for some demerols To numb the happy shots that caught the bullet red handed No matter what the situation is we'll speak candid Pushing through the blunt smoke Hoping the contact high keeps its distance, Choke Myself by squeezing your throat and squeezing your hand And even though it's first rate love all your motives seem bland So stop acting like a know-it-all, I haven't finished my question There's no asking to be here, its always god's suggestion But it's a challenge to succeed and keep the wicks burning And this light is not enough, but it's what I've been earning And These discerning qualities separate us into groups Like the ones who chop their drums and the ones who only loop But the bolts are loose again, pulling away just to spite me So I start chanting 'lefty loosey and righty tighty' Write me, off for inspiration, cause it makes for better haunting I figure chances like this don't come around here very often So I seize the moment now with a passion for big finishes Ripping all your closed doors, clear off their hinges.
It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes Close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes Sliding under doors, into dreams, into headphones The haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.
So pardon my dead weight gotta hold it down somehow, Starting to lose shape, I gotta make it out of this town With my morals intact, but the fact still remains That depth of empty pockets makes you appreciate change I'm a keep it long range Keep the picture frame straight もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I'm a keep the dues paid, Work the connections when they're made Something's changed, you must have evolved while I was gone Pawned away your favorite records but left this one to bond Now, with us, the example usually sets itself, Wealth will be my saving grace until I find something else To obsess over, pull hairs, make charts, fill my day planners Buy a G4 with DSL, CD Burner and a scanner See, I get the job done with the sun out of the picture And since I never knew a comfort of a brother or sister Well, now my family ethics revolves around Glue So I draw 2 new branches for Maker ad DQ It's three paths connected from humble beginnings Lighthearted to rip your soul put with no other decision We come correct to fill the gaps, and put the emphasis on excellence The exodus of rap's underrated perfectionists
It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes Close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes Sliding under doors, into dreams, into headphones The haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.
See, the question is suffering, the modern man discovering The necessity of juggling, with no more room for wondering What could've been done if the efforts had never died But the external couldn't match wits and beat the inside We fight for the rights of morning air with sanity in the moonlight Dying to feel alive by making history with windpipes And we survived the water walks with harder art to offer Fill the rooms with independence, send the ghost back to haunt her.
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