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And if these walls could chime in, they’d stress importance of time And all the many moons it took you to really grasp the a**ignment Muttering something 'bout chakras and alignment I be at the mom and pop shop to drop me off some consignment Allow me to get my affairs in order Gifting the curse of truly a rare disorder Self examination, pull up a chair for the paranoia Your politics see-through Glasnost the perestroika Pause a beat lock in a second, Dustin Pedroia Dominican barber, Russian employer Skittish around the Yiddish lawyer Smells like dust in the foyer Neighbor burnin' down sherm like Turning down the turnpike Still too shook to say “Kid, this stuff will destroy ya” I’m playing hard to earn, hard to get, hard to chart Play connect the blemish, they're backstabbers, Monica Seles No tennis, the OJs playas, I make a slow entrance Language at odds like French and Flemish I’m sippin’ a Belgian, you can bet you’re indebted me I suggest a line of credit, nah forget it OG left me with a twist on an old expression Either you’re holding the loaded weapon Or hoeing up rhododendrons See I’ve been told a lie Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die They hit the same note you do when you croak No poetic epilogue or even goodbye But I be waiting over here on this side I’ve been told a lie Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die They hit the same note you do when you croak No poetic epilogue or even a goodbye I be waiting over here on this side The text was truly out the blue Said she got my number from ____ ____ Funeral when he mentioned the music that I do Asked after my mother, said she had a kid too Sent a couple pictures, casually looking cute The last: a bathroom selfie, scoopneck bodysuit Aight, true Promised to hit her up next time I came thru DC Prolly first week of June. She replied, “Please do” Ended up mid July, I suggested we get food She said “cool, but nothing fried” Said no to Chinese and Thai Our first date was a TGI Fridays in ‘95 Now we sitting in a Five Guys, time dies She works at the airline, before that was a PO So old friends from Junior High Would cross her desk from time to time We laughed wryly She still cover her mouth when she smilin' Her baby father from the Islands They met when she was still wilin, her words not mine I remember listening to dial tones Waiting for Call Waiting to chime Phone couldn’t ring after nine without Her mother picking up the line, embarra**ing Fully clothed, she’d grind her pelvis against my fly til she shivered Mom came home, we was panicking Mixing vodka, sun-kissed orange mandarin Kissing tangerines and tamarind Told me “no hickeys”, came to school with hickeys from other guys You looked away quickly I don’t remember why we broke up, maybe that Tempted to ask, but you gotta be careful digging up the past Made a joke about it, she laughed the wrong kind of laugh Said, “Enough about me, how is it that you rap? I’m proud of you but I won’t lie I listened to a couple tracks, didn’t get it Are any of your fans black?” My turn to laugh We split the check in half, I’m no gentleman Walked her to her car for that 4th down measurement Body language reticent, I’m here til the end of the week “Do you still smoke trees?” She said, “Nah, weed put me to sleep” Mo Fa Me like Devin the Dude, kissed her on the cheek I was at the strip club til three, tipping like I’m rich Nursing drinks cause I’m cheap See I’ve been told a lie Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die They hit the same note you do when you croak No poetic epilogue or even goodbye But I be waiting over here on this side I’ve been told a lie Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die They hit the same note you do when you croak No poetic epilogue or even a goodbye I be waiting over here on this side
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