| This beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friend
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| She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then
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| A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, Alana’s whole attraction
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| Just fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose
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| And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion
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| Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken
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| I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open
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| Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotized
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| When it was time we spent time
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| It’s no way to rewind or prevent
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| time from slipping away like day, into the dark
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| and the way that things fall apart, will make some start
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| to feel more, weak or insecure
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| But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature
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| Even when she caught feelings cuz I stay on tour
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| As I reflect on before, and recap the situation
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| I guess from experience, comes education
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| We set on a path to opposite destinations
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| It’s best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation
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| Then eventually flow on to lost communication
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| I called but lost all information
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| And with time forgot it, it’s not like I’m all in tears about it But the fact still remains that I miss the Hypnotic
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| You’re a shinin’star
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| No matter where you are
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| For the world to see
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| What you truly be She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic
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| the bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick
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| pages of the calendar flip, we can’t stop it time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic
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| now was she real, or an illusion of this optical
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| confusion with the accent of ancient Egypt
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| or could it be that she’s the one I was supposed to be with
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| and together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic
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| damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence
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| front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her
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| adolescence
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| and as she grew into a woman she became refine
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| I never knew another like her in my lifetime
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| so now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place
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| on the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse
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| drivin me insane, or release I’m touchin the brink, of sanity
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| to think of how I can link, or contact her
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| I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact
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| I’m analyzin how I’m wantin her back
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| and wonderin exactly where she could be on the map
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| I’m just sittin here spinning the world on one finger
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| reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer
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| yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out
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| the most melodic hypnotic, yeah
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| You’re my shinin star
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| No matter where you are
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| Dont know what to say
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| Was it true to be |