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letra de tradein - tcm optic

i remember when times was changing
all the monsters trapped in cages
didn’t know where the wild things was
now they uber to my location
no car for the roads im paving
every day was spring vacation
id sit back run through pages
now all the girls run like palin
its f-ck a pack, imma smack inhalants
manic depression’s contagious
i used watch the waterfowl
now all the fouls are flagrant
can’t free n0body
cause all the free n-ggas masons
people dont want no family
people wanna be painless

i remember when the lunches was foil wrapped in seran
i was taking flights hoping, praying id never land, peter pan
i would chill on the yucatan
dreaming of superman
my bed made of nails was cozy
my retrospection was rosy
there wasn’t blood in the ocean
id part the seas (c’s) just like moses
the silence peaceful, i broke it
was broken, n0body noticed
a superhero was —
a sticker told me i voted
there wasn’t no diagnosis
my energy goes to poetry

happy while no one knows its me
ask me, what could your motive be?
trade your water for propylene
trade your cubans for rosary
id put my face inside my palms
and trade my songs for psalms
then id let em go like frozen
swans, we all just sing along
happy while no one knows its me
ask me, what could your motive be?
trade your water for propylene
trade your cubans for rosary
id put my face inside my palms
and trade my songs for psalms
then id let em go like frozen
swans, we all just sing along

they told me life was a story mode
i just had to complete it
told me some wounds never heal
cause our hearts will always be bleeding
gave ma the bank, told her keep it
its there if ever you need it
she told get out the booth if you never rhyming with reason

and we all walking this thin line
temper taught as a tight rope
with our necks down but our chins high
its like birdbox with a blindfold
and somehow got tunnel vision
the bigger picture through microscopes
present insufficient, im tripping, downing kaleidoscope

popping on percs but you feeling the pain
down in the trenches but high as a plane
talk to the father he tell you to pray
look to the sky but forgetting his name
feeling locked up a circular room with the padding, straightjacket so you can’t escape
just wanna slip to a coma, so men with diplomas could tell you it’s all in your brain
but you know its for real, and its only you know its for real, you reach out and touch it and feel
but with all the sensations, embrace it, and wait for d-mnation, get locked out the house on the hill
its like satan in form of a standing ovation, starvation in form of a blue hundred bill
then adjust for inflation, get shot with taxation, then wonder why your patient hopped off the sill

- tcm optic

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