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Lyrics of Solitude (with Hollow Pigeons) by Emay
Yo.
The same view Lennon imagined.
Pen to the canvas, solitude.
I ain′t even in that state with the same name.
It's like the legend of Kansas.
I′m really in misery.
Envisioned in symmetry.
The balance that I seek is due to the unbalance that I keep.
Hidden in, the day breaks with me and
That is why I sleep.
When the sun rises my demise is, awake.
Funeral, all black everything.
But blacks beautiful.
So maybe that death was breath
And the darkness is really what consumes that cubicle.
Mundanity defeats one sanity, but the beats, are like a crack in the window when it creaks,
Cause it takes me to a peak.
So peep.
I ain't tryna be a sheep, no Bo-Peep.
So when life slow blows try to slow-mo creep I don't load fo-fo′s I do
Four for Jeep like.
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas solitude.
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas, solitude.
My
Mother doesn′t believe in me.
Wondering why I, can't just conform and live a life of decency.
Never A+ student only decent C′s.
Only bitterness and
Tears never peek and see.
And comparing me to peers, so none of these bars bare happieness.
Stop preparing me to Cheers, I'm weary and I barely
Need a beer.
Going in and out of jobs like odd ones.
I′m disengaged, far from merry.
My altar faltered when I couldn't alter and sacrifice, maybe I′ll be
Frowning in an after life.
If so-so be it.
I'm hoping this party don't get corrupted, so-so-viet.
But most don′t see it, see his, cause evidence.
Smiles
Disappear so it′s imminent.
Eminence, I don't really seek anymore.
Super Mario N64 infinite staircase.
My main aims to my right side.
Flamethrower
To my left side.
At the moment runnin in the middle so maybe I′ll quit rapping when it penetrates the left eye.
But I'm a keep pushing til I get by.
That′s
A train of thought, how I train the thots.
No peace but I'm tryna obtain a plot.
To build something worth dying for.
Time flies might die in four.
Do I mean
Minutes or hours, the clocks wings are inpenetrable.
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas, solitude.
The same view Lennon imagined,
Pen to the canvas, solitude.
Can′t beat it.
Too much chaos is why I jack mics and why I rap nice.
A white world, black dice.
Knees already sore I ain't
Tryna ask Christ.
Every step is the last flight.
Oceanic, 815 but I don't even panic.
Let the plane split.
Maybe I′ll gain more courage but the same wit.
Assuming I don′t die in the process.
Transforming "
I-cans" out of "
Not-yets".
But not yet.
I made cowardice.
The shell of a snail is hard but powerless.
Never more slow, sloth-like.
So I had to lean left to talk right.
And I used to hate politics, until I seen how the stroke of a pen contains dominance.
So I'm tellin them be honest because you ain′t beyond this.
This song is, armed with, sounds of the place I seek.
Writer(s): Edgar Eddie De Lange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington
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Sinner, Song-Writer
Album • 2014 • 5 tracks
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