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Sister sits on the steps, cigarette rests on fingertips |
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Sippin' slow death through her lips |
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Blows a kiss that I can not resist |
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She got that ill gift of gravity, thick |
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like the tension cut quick with formalities |
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Hi, my name is Geo whats your zodiac sign? |
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She replies its Aquarius and that's a wack line |
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Decline the invitation to partake in a square |
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Mesmerized smoke dissipates in the air |
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I can conjure up the fearless to find a conversation |
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Body language talkin' but lost in the translation of her name |
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She said brothers tend to mispronounce it, it's Sagaba |
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Tells me what it means, in Ilocano it translates into suffering |
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I'm pondering the irony, building on our so called civilized society |
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The storyteller stops, waiting for the beat to drop |
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Gathering his thoughts in a cloud breathin' out |
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(Chorus) |
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It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all |
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Now I couldn't stand to see the queen |
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breath her dreams away |
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Either way we go things are gonna be okay, so they say |
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Said that I used to know a sister just like you, |
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beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to |
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justify their lies with |
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manhood deficient twisted notions of survival |
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Insecure seein' even lovers as the rivals |
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and hidin' behind the armor when karma completes a cycle |
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I'm sick of all this metaphor philosophy |
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You got a man, whats your man got to do with me? |
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you see between you and I is a thin line we stand by |
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But if we ever find ourselves on the other side |
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then time will stand still and whole worlds will collide |
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we hardly know ourselves if we've got nothin' to ride for |
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a struggle to live to the fullest and die for |
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and make love and wage war for |
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(Chorus) |
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It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all |
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Dreams be the ashes burned thrashing in the wind |
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Flying from the burning bush flung from her fingers |
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and it hung in the air, in this moment of truth |
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then it crashed into flames like the end of our youth |
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We gettin' trapped in abstractions, reality bites back |
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We casually fight, lackin the insight to spite that |
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Opposites attract, but if not we stay honest |
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she told me that its better to be critical than conscious |
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My sister, your fist is more symbolic than you know |
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And use it as a weapon if he calls you a... |
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hold up, did I mention I'm a Pisces, |
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and all these other fish up in the sea would ever love you like me? |
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Inhale, the imagery, a queen walkin' steadily |
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Hips sway sweetly to an old soul melody |
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I hold this memory close, she kept walkin' |
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and thats when I wrote the first line to this song like... |
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(Chorus) |
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It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all |
