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“This is like my little window ro the world, and every minute’s [?] The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving Saves on introductions and goodbyes The ride does not require an explanation, just occupants That’s for you to ascertain” Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Look This LA spring feel like Portland summers The heavens that we orbit under look like watercolors So excuse me while I paint the sky Waste time, spending magic hours watching paint dry Drinking in these Blue Moons and sangria sunsets Drip like what it take to be a champion, blood sweat And tears my peers shed, when they ask me who’s up next Hand me a Ambien, this sh*t had me in unrest Caused my family enough stress, loved ones paid a price Kidnap Jeff Bezos make the ransom a couple grains of rice Tally the masses counting sheep before I say goodnight Insomniac, lucid dreaming watching Waking Life Yo, not many dreamers left So busy sleepwalking through life, awake walking through dreams ain’t recognize the man in the mirror, I think we’ve met Ah that’s nostalgia the beat projects Remember young me, watching Family Matters on CBS Used to think, I was more Stefan than Steven-esque I still chase Laura around just imagining she’s success And share fleeting moments of happiness, sandwiched between regrets Why everything gotta be so deep? Why I can’t just get on here and talk sh*t? Why I always forget details? Why I’m so focused on the whole thing? Why I always fall in love, why, can’t it be no strings? Excuse my selfishness, faith’s belief without evidence And action’s the line between knowledge, and intelligence Like when I read 48 Laws of Power and aspired to be everything I rebel against Peep the relevance Most people are people people, I only talk ideas But most are followers, watch who you call ya’ leaders Probably die by my entourage of Dorados like Pancho Villa On a march of freedom, singing Don’t Cry for Me Argentina Like Martin’s speech this a call to dreamers Before I recant and call it naive, before my blood’s spilled in the street like Aquafina Put a lot of myself in my art like Frida We all wake up and play our part in this cosmic theater That or we mindlessly drifting She only smoke cigs when the anxiety’s crippling We both misfits in society’s vision, some dying to fit in others try to be different Can’t tell if I’m neither or both Can’t tell if I’m neither or both They said you reap what you sow Just plant seeds and see it as growth Spring
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