| I start by reading rainbows
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| Space out LeVar Burton
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| My picture page is orchestrated by my pen working
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| Something for certain, it’s the best way to describe the person
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| The source researching of the person past swearing and cursing
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| From the caring and hurting, the smallest spots I’m lurking
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| Some think I’ll dry up because so many I’m deserting
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| I’m from Virginia brother, state of lovers
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| Undiscovered, overpopulated love was way too many motherfuckers
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| I choose my own adventure
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| Until I’m old with dentures
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| And keep on loving women who will keep me growing inches
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| Some people settle like water that never had a breeze
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| I’m too ambitious to be having Johnny Appleseeds
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| The blackest breathing Cherokee, one calling I fit
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| The perfect beat or rhyme can knock you out with a hit
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| It’s all the way we set up everything you will get
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| A life inside a dream, a scenic route for your wits
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| My head I’m holding high
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| But on the scenic side
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| I got a feeling we’ll be taking you down low
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| Give you a route because we’re making it sound so
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| (Good ya’ll)
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| That’s what you hanging around fo'
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| I heard the call ya’ll
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| Tripping smoking a Pall Mall
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| Asking what’s the complaint for
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| Nothing for ya’ll to offer
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| Risking it all for, I’ve never been a sophomore nah
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| I’m just playing, but my name will let us talk more
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| You want adventure with a soundtrack or love story
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| You want the feel of fantasy in every category
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| You wanna share my life and times and everyone before me
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| And still take you on a flow like bubbles that support me
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| Well held in to keep me afloat
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| And I’ll be backstroking on the flow of my life because it’s dope
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| And dope is an un-natural high
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| And I’m a natural guy
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| Won’t cut my hair just so my afro will rise
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| Love mother earth cause she’s my natural guide
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| Then ricochet back to my people like a bullet that’s wise
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| I paint you pictures pretty like the heavens and skies
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| Or the way we honor our mothers who keep heaven inside
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| It’s better than pride, a messy jest, irreverent lies
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| Let imagination take you awry
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| It’s all scenic, let imagination take you awry
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| It’s all scenic, let imagination take you awry
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| We all want to go back sometimes because
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| Life was simpler before my face grew fuzz
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| I start back in time, it’s all for the love
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| Let’s go back in time, way before the drugs
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| Was evidently the reason why your uncle was wild
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| Or knowing how the Panther Party gave momma her style
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| And power, and racial discrimination’s devoured
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| Friendships before color started speaking louder
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| We flash back, when freestyles ain’t mixed with ass cats
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| Take it how you want it, 4−3-2, we blastin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Scenic Route , by - Panacea. Song from the album The Scenic Route, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп