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[ti:Little Death Ft. Nikki Jean] |
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[ar:Lupe Fiasco] |
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[al:Tetsuo & Youth] |
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Now bring it out |
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Like a finger in the back of your mouth |
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Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding |
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Sam marrying Sam |
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Band pushed upon the finger of Sam's hairiest hand |
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If that sickens you, you a bigot |
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If it doesn't well you're wicked |
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Such is life |
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Odd as Egg McMuffins at night |
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No answers, so let us watch these dancers |
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Structure reformed gracefully being born |
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On the pallet of dark grays, concaves and spirals |
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Kaleidoscope into a Eiffel |
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It ripples then it tidals |
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Vacillates then it virals |
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Babylons then it Bibles and others |
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And tell me of the spinning mothers |
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And today's mathematics for beloved |
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And beasts' bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers... |
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Hook 1 |
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How was your day, can I make what you say |
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What I wanna hear, cause I want you here |
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The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for |
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La petite mort, la petite mort |
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They keep the bottles just to make glass houses |
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Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it |
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Then expect not a volley in reply |
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Some place vulnerable like probably in the eye |
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What of the chicken? what is it missin', is it dry? |
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Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn't go relaxed |
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And the tension from its demise pulled all of the flavor from the fat |
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And made it flat and rather lifeless |
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Well there's a place that has a stunning turbot |
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And more mercifully murdered Pisces |
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But barbaric are still the prices |
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It's rather niceless, apricot in dices and fromage slices |
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My son will call risotto rices |
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If and when he's left to his own devices, well |
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How is your memory? |
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Is it returning like a lemon tree |
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To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me |
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Or was it slippin' like permission, am I trippin' like field |
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I feel I'm grippin' but maybe the transmission |
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Still left out the life, also left out the will, grief |
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Will cheese never touch your teeth |
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Maybe like kosher beef |
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Is it real, is it real, is it real |
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Ha, hah! |
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Hook 2 |
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Howl at the day can I make you my prey |
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Cause I want you dear, ooh, I want you dear |
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The hell that we raised to the heavens make symmetries/cemeteries for |
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Our petite mort, our petite mort |
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So glad you're back, but not glad at that you're glad |
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Where is the glamour in collapse? |
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Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds |
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Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon |
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The atelier slowly fills with baboons |
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That other monkey business |
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Where killers go free cause a junkie's a funky witness |
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Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death |
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Bygone errors, sittin' like two oil derricks |
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Separated by a sea of cooling num nums |
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Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum |
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Where recognition went unnoticed |
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And then solidified till it was stoic |
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We should've been poets |
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Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of iambic pentameter |
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Hook 3 |
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How are your chains, do they make you behave |
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Keep you over here, by your overseer |
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Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories floor |
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La petite mort, la petite mort |
