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Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, oh
My mind just won't get made up
Need a little juice to concentrate
A mixed signal in a constant shade of grey
Shit fade away, shit played up
Next thing that I got in my soul
Gave you more, man, I thought it might grow
Whether you top floor, still not in my zone
What I'm talkin' 'bout though, never fill this void
Can't maintain, head filled with noise
Painstaking but I will destroy
Guess it's not that simple, 'cause it's central to my motivation
Got more to do, I can't afford the patience
Torn in two with no coordination
But according to my own sorted truth
I should be soaring through instead of bored in stasis
God damn
Look, (look) yo
Fuck it
I feel like I've got it but still in this spot where I started
Can't stop but it's dawning on me
That I may not be ready to top these MCs (wh-wh-why-why)
Why should I care?
My life isn't right (right, right)
'Till I'm dead like Sprite
In the night light striking the flare
Send an SOS and let me resurrect
The conversation that could maybe change the next on deck
Into a people that would never need a Teflon vest
Just to take another freedom while they're left unchecked
Now when all the political shit don't slide
These quotes won't ever fix it or try
But it's sick, pernicious, won't get those likes
'Cause the truth complex and if it don't try
Got fancy upholding, they can't be important
Like candy for babies they plan to extort them
'Till all that's left is a little bit of meaning
In a lame rap song that'll only get 'em dreaming
'Bout a fake type of theme, they wake while I sleep
Hate making it seem they faking a scene
But what the fuck are you supposed to do when you don't benefit
From any of the skills that you pursue? It could begin to get violent