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letra de meters - heiruspecs

[felix]
life is blurry
at 4 am our wheels be in a scurry
with the sun a-rising and the moon a-falling
as my […]
the early risers chattering off of plenty of insight
it’s this type of morning that could keep my hair curly
cause no city sleeps, life is pulsing through the streets
like the blood within your veins, you can always hear the heartbeat
parts weave parts as they propel me ‘cross the concrete
maps and charts are stowed away under my seat

looking out my windshield i find a little peace of mind
trying to p-ss the time i find a little peace of self
the more i tune into, the more i listen close
the more concrete i overrun the more i know
looking out my windshield i find a little peace of mind
trying to p-ss the time i find a little peace of self
the more i tune into, the more i listen close
the more concrete i overrun the more i know

life is blurry
see everybody moves in such a hurry
with the flurry of activity in the morning on the worry
see we all wait to work, and we all work to move
and it gets to be a h-ssle but money makes the groove
every 10 am i’m called to a side street
open up the door because he’s got black cane and white feet
the cane steadies one foot and both down the stairs
his wife beside him too, you can count the white hairs
inside it’s off to church, these two are dressed lavish
i don’t ask why, i don’t know, it’s not sabbath
they leave not a tip at the end of the trip
i leave swift with my crown vic, doing that hop-skip
dayshift p-ssed on a second
filling out the lunch breaks and grocery store presents
peasants are broke, and rich people got the goods
i drive ’em all the way to the woods, as i should

life is blurry
at rush hour the traffic here is taking its slurry time
is money and these people always worry
suitcase, groceries, babies, and bags
later on it gets to feeling like more than a drag
my hubcaps came off, i didn’t even notice
not that it matters, my yellow paint is the focus
at a cab stand, getting no fares, it’s bogus
works out for most, so we pan out like locusts
n0body but dispatch can understand the scene
the sun falls, and street lights are backed by moon beams
i was just told about the end of a dream
one of my friends just couldn’t control his machine
nap at stoplights, and move on with change
taxi cab confessions, every time feels strange
so many people, all playing such games
so many fares that […] the range

- heiruspecs

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