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letra de me, my headphones & i - framig

[verse 1]
i got forgotten souls parked in my heart
i got the voice of an angel gently playing the harp
i got a mind too complex to pick it apart
i got a body that contains a combination of it all
great creation calls for the preservation of thoughts
situated in conversation p-ssenger seat of the car
tinted windows do their jobs and hide the secrets we’re keeping
until it’s time to let the information out of the vault
it’s the odd fellow growing impatient
reverse of a he-rs- coming through
with unmoved rehe-rs-d agents remaining complacent
these persons see the world is f-cked up
but do nothing to try to change it
content with falling victim to the superficial materials
while we’re happy just living another day
regret will f-cking k!ll you so worry bout getting virtues
instead of letting sh-t unnecessary get in the way

[hook]
i got dreams, i got dreams
best believe, n0body’s gunna take ’em from me
deep ocean from this small -ss stream
a big world, yeah it’s a big, big world
but uh, godspeed, godspeed
i took a leap of faith
i took a leap of, uh huh
somehow, someway, he saw, and then he carried me
it’s just me, my headphones and i
i block out the universe when my thoughts arrive
i turn off the noise outside
this is for the many times my mama cried
it’s just me, my headphones and i
i block out the universe when my thoughts arrive
i turn off the noise outside
this is for the many times my mama cried

[verse 2]
the gr-ss is mediocre, the sky is not as blue
my windowpane is tortured, staring at the avenue
is not what it used to be
i said it’s not what it used to be
hallucinations on my loose leaf
my pen stays afraid, when can my pen create?
so i can penetrate, my train derails off the track and i lose sleep
until i stumble upon soundbed with silk sheets
now i’m like jesus when i’m counting sheep
i do it for the sinners
jamal crawford putting a cross up in this haunted hall
protect the weak that fall, went off
spraypainting my dreams on the wall
i’m walking, if i make it to market street, mission complete
darkness seeks to destroy my given prophecy
who’s out for me, the prodigy thinking ’bout offing me
til i’m in a coffin instead of offering your hospitality, pardon me

[verse 3]
i’m not 2pac, i’m not biggie, i’m two halves of me
but if i were to die, tell my friends and family
to not cry over spilled me, i’m on time unlike whenever the cops decide to show up, care enough, give a f-ck when a patersonian calls
i feel free, parental advisory
i flip the bird to whatever is your advice for me
i let it fly and kiss the sky
i predict with such accuracy, not a dream of mine i waste
picture the future like a prophetic photographer
dining with the fates, i’m going after it
heavily pedaling, readily getting ready
to get away from the h-ll that i’m inevitably in
the sirens, the cycle of grievance, the deadliest of sins
i sense a discrepancy
it’s like this crip’s pen i see
dripping blues, i disappear with ease

[skit]

- framig

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