| My condition is that you listen up real close
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| Don’t let details fall through cracks
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| Or get taxed by folks who don’t quote
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| My imagination covers the land you walk upon
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| The sand dunes and sunlight reflect off the mic I talk upon
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| I once had a vision of love and now I’m entirely enthralled
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| Girl don’t try to be the one because I’m involved
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| Sounds waves enslave my heart forever and a day
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| Separate me from that is a suicidal serenade
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| Of notes entitled True and Vital Escapades
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| Territories so vast light speed couldn’t cover my caravan
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| When I die my man bury me with my ASR
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| Sound proof my ash box and blast me off to the bluest star
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| I’m the truest hardcore music lover you ever met
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| And I’ll never let anyone, anything
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| Any substance take me out of that
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| Cause that, is the reason I’m here on this earth
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| If you identify put your hands in the sky real high
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| I’ll never be anyone else, real life, real talk
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| My level will never falter alters my soul
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| Metamorphasize my culture
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| Inanimate objects come to life when I blast off in my saucer
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| Alien concepts to those who live their life unconscious
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| Cause she’s the love of my life
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| You feel that bass in her steps
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| She takes that underground into sight plain as day
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| In the mind of a man who’s in love in time
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| It’ll bring this world to it’s feet
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| Unite the youngsters on streets
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| And quench that hunger for peace
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| She was treated like a piece of ass
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| Cheated on repeatedly but I could never ever leave
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| A different chick on my sleeve
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| Now pick the city, pick a state
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| Check the Facebook and try to relate
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| I need a break from the ball and chain syndrome
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| Did it right, did it wrong, did it all night to the morn
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| And saw the gift you want and let these cuddly Luck arms
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| I’d rather cut the sidekick and write out the poem
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| I’m always gone, you probably want a better man
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| I’m seeing through you freaks that I meet like a sonogram
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| Drama and a hot cup of lava ran dim heart broke
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| But the music so dope, I’m a hold her hand forever
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| And ever ever ever ever, she never let me down
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| Like a string from Geppetto I’m her puppet
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| But I let her have control
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| Cause the weather feels right, when I write yeah
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| On a clear blue day watching flicks on a Blu-Ray
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| Talking on the bluetooth music is my true dame
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| Now I don’t need no real lames or Mary-Janes
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| Or any other type of chick that mighta contain
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| My attention will remain on my babe
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| Maybe we can have a three but she way more special to me
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| She don’t lie, so fond, be expressing her free
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| The way she own hard drive so sexually I’m on it
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| My tongue it fell in love when I was young
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| I spoke the words that got me sprung
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| Speak through hymns throughout the gyms
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| In open recess with my friends
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| And now and then I find myself distracted
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| Irrational action ensue and life will lose it’s traction
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| Don’t back me in a corner girl cause I’m lashing
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| Out like a ____ if you try to block me from my shit
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| You’ll always be number two and it’s this sound that I pursue
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| It means too much for me to lose
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| We got this two way street to cruise so don’t cry |