Smoke and mirrors and everything nice I wasn't married to the weekend, I was banging on the back end Kamazaki and Miami Vice She shook a few of my favorite
It's just like science fiction Who knows what the fuck they're talking about There's always one in every crowd There is always one in every crowd You
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Sittin' here as I wonder Why she didn't call me Would she call me Or should I? Wait another day Wasting my time Does she know how much I care? I'm just
Try not to lose my mind They take it away Left the sidelines of what we used to be This trouble against What is coming Love is built to break Don't
Sometimes I'd like to throw it all away I cannot stand it I cannot stand one more fight I've locked myself in this room And lately I can't seem to trust
I'm asking for the truth But all I hear is a whisper Sayin' sorry, so sorry I gave myself for all Until I heard your voice inside my head Sayin' sorry
Guess it's time for me To settle down as I'm sitting here Just waiting for Waiting for the day I'll be Away from this boresome road You're always wanting
We can't go on like that I think we just need to talk about it If this life doesn't make any sense Maybe we should forget it all Forget the time we spent
Smoke and mirrors and everything nice I wasn?t married to the weekend, I was banging? on the back end Kamikaze and Miami Vice She shook a few of my favorite
rewind the commotions see our life in slow motion why cant we try on last time? don't tell me that this is how were gonna end the story this isn't a fiction
At slow speed we all seem focused In motion we seem wrong, wrong In summer we can taste the rain I want you to be free Don't worry about me And just
Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai
Cottles Fat laces, dirty faces Kiss chases, Wacky Races Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow Roxanne Shante, UFO Hip hop Don't stop [Part III] Everything's in slow motion
you tell me why Things are not quite right Look out This is not fiction Somehow I'm changing Watch out I'm all alone Out of control Revolving motion
release bang through the streets We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell My reality takin' over where that fiction
life that we have today A billion years later, technology springs Exploding progress pushes is forward But exploring progress is tearing us down What is fiction
