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Produced by Dela
Do you remember how you look without your makeup on?
or (meaning) how your heart felt before your break-up?
…on life goes.
The cover-up is worse than the crime.
Why we all use artificial light when we shine so bright
with the lights off?…
run so fast with the Nikes off…
throw away the keys, take the bikes off-road…
and roll to places we never show
take back everything we ever stole from ourselves and
stowed up on the higher shelves, hiding from our higher selves,
we’re wandering under wand-less spells,
it dwells in a place so deep where we speak with
pure are these thoughts but they like dirty talk
words doing the dutty-wine, heads-spinnin
we’ll find level-headedness gets nowhere
we’re all too busy not being beings to care
so we won’t let it go to our heads
let the head push it back down instead
we’re sippin on the same Kool-Aid we’ve bled
put on our best shoes just to be misled
it seems everybody’s singin bout ‘get bread’
but you don’t even see cuz of how it gets said
we’re sleeping on ourselves–we are our own beds
never live up to potential we were fed, we won’t let it go to our heads
I’m in a room full of people everybody’s looking down
conversation is nowhere to be found…
cuz everybody’s on their phone
might as well have just stayed home
why come out in public for what you could do alone?
and it’s tv’s everywhere. what’s on we don’t care.
just stand there and mindlessly stare
buy a couple drinks to remind us we there
in a couple weeks you’ll find us, we there
back there–same spot–more Facebook friends
but less to depend on if ever Facebook ends
the topic that trends
is changing every second
wonder as we get connected, real connections are we wrecking
are we stepping closer to each other or moving apart?
seeing more light or making more dark?
you my Ace, but I don’t know your number by heart
I feel lonelier and dumber
but my phone’s so smart
with a lot of numbers in it
most of em wouldn’t call
pick me up from the airport
or catch me if I fall
so I guess that’s all
I guess that’s all
I won’t let it go to my head, let the head push it back down instead
am I sippin on the same Kool-Aid I’ve bled
puttin on my best shoes just to be misled
and if everybody’s singing bout ‘get bread’
will they listen to me when my words get said?
or am I sleeping on myself?–maybe I’m my own bed
will I live up to potential I was fed…will I let it go to my head?
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