| I need a taste
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| I can almost face myself
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| There is a way, a never-ending pavement cast
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| Land on a date such a long, long way, way back
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| Which has a crave for the path that ends in black
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| I gotta fade another day
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| I can taste it, I can feel it
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| And you can have, you can have my face right now
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| Standing back from the lapse
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| Children are what you are
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| Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say
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| Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air
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| Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat
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| She sees a haze that could penetrate more black
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| She’s gotta seize who sees
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| And she wants to live in lightning
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| God, shrinking multiplicity you are
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| And you can have, you can have my fate right now
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| Another grave, another blank
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| Children are what you are
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| Landscapes come and pass my way
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| Vision goes in a car
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| What you say, another day
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| Above you, you mostly are
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| And in the cradle, a newborn babe
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| Is a dot in the war
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| Spreads its wings, intervenes
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| Human atop a star
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| Yes I be the man
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| Acting as if I ain’t
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| This is something that I know
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| Could care less about what ya think
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| Not just speaking on the flow
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| More so on just how I think
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| Something you should maybe know
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| There for you you should not have to think
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| That’s just the way to go
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| So i figure let it go yo
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| Like this here just free style
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| But my style ain’t free though
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| I’m a take my best shot
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| Patience it like a free throw
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| Throw that to score board
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| Who’s you rhyming hero?
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| None other then me lord
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| Why we praising me for?
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| Because I be the God
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| So why must why even say more?
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| More money the more problems
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| Shit I got mad problems I need mad money |