| Lot to address, I could write you a book, say it two times at the max,
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| at the most
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| Forwards and backwards, I’m stone as a rook, shook me to core, and it shook me
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| to bones
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| Give you my eyes if you taking a look, shake me awake, and I wake in my home
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| Even on islands at ends of the brooks, I bring it to places I roam
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| I can’t believe this shit, honestly, some people live off acknowledgement
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| I live off bowls of stew pushed under wooden doors, this fuels the monuments
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| Ye build a wall, a frame around me, picture perfect
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| You zombies so fucking brainless, I can see through ya skin
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| God, like where, oh where, oh where I’m s’posed to begin?
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| I’m building wings with riot, tested, gotta take for a spin
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| But they was pushing me to windowsill on needles and pins
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| You can bet that if I’m falling, I’d be doing a flip
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| I’d be increasing my speed, I hit the ground on my feet
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| If they were in my place, they’d hit the ground on they knees
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| Odds were 50−50, but I do what I please
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| I know I said a lot of things, at least I say what I mean |
| On the rooftops, sunlit surfaces, the closest we could get to flying
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| Swear I’m Icarus, rising, I melt this wax and I’m dying
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| They watched me fall and they smiled, I hit the ground and I crumpled
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| They saw me rise and they cried, these candles keeping me humble
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| Daedalus, my maker, precipice, my savior
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| Father stretch my hands, Minos poisoned lands
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| Daedalus, my maker, precipice, my savior
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| Father stretch my hands, Minos poisoned lands
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| Keystone tatted, mirror like to copy
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| Dungeons filled with the ugliest of impostors
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| Got the gumption, got the gall, It leaving me combusted
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| Thinking, don’t what they thinking, we was facing dozens
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| I’m at my vantage point, me and me on godly fusion
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| All these timelines so conjoined like labyrinths that cast illusions,
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| cast delusions
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| Captive is the minotaur inside, and how I pity him
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| We’re so, so alike, we’re so, so alike
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| If I left this island, would y’all wait for me? |
| Be safe for me? |
| Move carefully?
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| ‘Less ye fare the same fate that was made for me
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| No paper trails above the trees, two pairs of wings for me and thee |
| I’m free, I’m free, I’m free, I’m free, as long as limbs will carry me
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| I come back with armies on your doorstep with heavenly archers
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| With such a swiftness, leave your floors swept
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| We’ve business to get to, you and I and the guillotine
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| Pulled my headsman from quarantine, we escorting those in power to the end of
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| regime
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| On the rooftops, sunlit surfaces, the closest we could get to flying
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| Swear I’m Icarus, rising, I melt this wax and I’m dying
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| They watched me fall and they smiled, I hit the ground and I crumpled
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| They saw me rise and they cried, these candles keeping me humble
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| Daedalus, my maker, precipice, my savior
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| Father stretch my hands, Minos poisoned lands
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| Daedalus, my maker, precipice, my savior
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| Father stretch my hands, Minos poisoned lands |