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Oo, oo
Oo, oo
Here we go
All the way, all the way through
Every fuckin man has twenty four hours in a day bruh
It's all about what you do with that twenty four hours
If somebody says they don't have time to do something
I would say they just don't want to do it
Hahaha
And that was the last resort for the lethargy
My last report was an hour short of a reckoning
To heck with me and those tendencies that keep beckoning
May I profess to be merely a mortal man
Daytime dormant in my sacred quarters recording a jam
It's not important, but damn it feel like enlightenment
Yeah
Laced the beat with the stock sounds
They'll never get a taste of me hastily running my mouth
But
Algorithms found me tripping on shallow shit
While sitting on the couch with clouded vision, asking
How did this shit transpire?
As I am actively inactive
You don't choose your fate you lose your choice
Or maybe that's the ploy
Well, who's to say? I blew the joint like a smooth escape
My truest aim was never brownie points or atta-boy's
At a point you get so unfuckwithable they don't fuck with you
Yesterday I gave a fuck, today I got stuff to do
And from this inner state of mental freedom
The unrestricted mind opens up
To reveal linguistic talent and poetic ideas
Unknown and shocking to the average rapper
It's the critically unproclaimed
Spittin pesante
Bothered by all the wrong things
Long days obvious in my face
Still unshaven
Bummy onesies on Sundays
Unable to stay comfy
Blame it on AWOLNATION
The feng shui is FUBAR
It's serendipitous, trust the flow
Dare to be bold and bare witness
Bit the bullet, spit the shrapnel out the gullet
Carelessness can't answer my prayers
And problems always seek to compare
Why do we prepare to be scared?
Assumptions are the snare to beware (Where's my snare?)
I'm reaching, but I'm grasping at air
Tryin too hard
Tryin not to seem like I'm tryin too hard
I'd like to trade the hoopla
For a cool calm collection of new thoughts to muse on
New thoughts to muse on, new thoughts to muse on
Too far and too gone
Too far and too gone
Alright, you ready?
Ready if you are
So guess I'll be a leaf in the wind
Without a thought in my mind
And a grin on my face
To deceive the unclear
I guess I'm winning this race
Because I'm already here (Where's here?)
Well, who's to say? I blew the joint like a smooth escape
My truest aim was . . . well, who's to say?
Yeah, unh
In my sacred quarters recording a jam
Recording a jam, it's a jam
Damn it feel like enlightenment
Trust the flow, dare to be bold
Be bold, dare to be embracing grace
Thankful for my flow and for my waking days
Every fuckin man has twenty four hours in a day bruh
It's all about what you do with that twenty four hours
Oo, oo
Oo, oo