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True Lies
03:12
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If I stood up to your eyes, would I see the truth in all your lies
or would I stand in wonder and awe?
Content to be bewildered by the things that I saw.
Oh but I know, and I see.
The lies in the truth that you gave me.
and I see, that you don't know...
Where the lies in the truth are hiding.
Well if I stood up to your shoes...
Would I always follow the paths that you choose?
Or would I break away form the chains
free myself from the bonds that you made?
Oh but I know, and I see.
The lies in the truth that you gave me.
and I see, that you don't know...
Where the lies in the truth got to show oh oh oh.
But I know that when we see the truth we lets the lies flow.
And you think you know, but you don't. I know because I don't know.
and if you do you do and if you try we do and I will say eh tu?
And if you try you can say you do. I say eh tu? I'll say eh tu?
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Sometimes
02:58
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Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I'm numb
Sometimes I can't wait for the future to come,
sometimes I want to run.
Well you can't run
and you can't hide
when that truth inside
is denied, I've tried
Sometimes that iron glows red
melodies flow, from inside my head.
Fleeting, keeping of effervescent memories alive
bubbling up until the day until the day I die.
Seeking, reaping every single seed you plant,
the only thing to stop you is when you say you can't.
Well you can't run and you can't hide
when that truth inside is denied, I've tried.
I tried, I try. and I do , until the day I die.
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Flutastic Voyage
02:30
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Song for the deaf
03:24
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Rolling:
He says to me, forget about misery
I want to see what the blind men see.
I hear your words, but I don't seem to learn their meaning
Sing me a song I'll follow along without thinking.
Sing to me a bittersweet melody, I want to sing when the deaf men sing.
Singing slow songs sweet, singing them all day
When thew swift wind blows, we all know those clouds blow away
He says to me where is the victory
how can you win when you can;t even see
from the heart where do I start, tearing down the walls of animosity
only then will you see me gain when the deaf sing and the blind
only then will you see me again, when the blind see and the deaf sing.
Singing slow songs sweet, singing them all day
When thew swift wind blows, we all know those clouds blow away
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Time keeps on slipping
04:42
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Time keeps on slipping
It's 1986, baseball cards and garbage pail kids
metal lunch box, still ate cheese whiz
Processed foods but hey we were still kids
Got that capri sun frozen overnight
kept shit cold, still laden with parasites
didn't know no better that's how it is
Thrift store Christmas and Santa? Yeah I doubted him.
Skateboards and bones brigade sweats
shredded tennis shoes from learning new tricks
First kiss? Yeah. her name was Jessica
Life when I was ten, where went the rest of it?
I've got nostalgia coursing through my veins
Memories they slip away, those memories of yesterday
Time keeps on slipping
Memories of yesteryear, those memories they slip away, they slip away. They slip away now, they slip away now. They slip away.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping.
Another year gone forever, sipping slush puppies by 7-11
School highlight? It was Oregon Trail dysentery every time it never ever fail
Forging streams and telling tall tales, school of hard knocks, no wonder I'm tough as nails
Calvin and Hobbes sporting Jimmy'z, learning to Ollie and wearing stussy
Casio keyboards and fresh cassette mixes, still use duct tape for half of my fixes.
Fat Boys on the beatbox, booming on the boombox
regret and bad thoughts, all can go kick rocks.
I've got nostalgia coursing through my veins
Memories they slip away, those memories of yesterday.
Time keeps on slipping
Memories of yesteryear, those memories they slip away, they slip away. They slip away now, they slip away now. They slip away.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping.
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I know that I can never fly
No matter how hard I ever try.
I can practice all day and every night
But I won’t grow wings and I can’t take flight
I could try all the things
But I can’t fly, I can barely sing
I have no feathers or other bird things
I’m not birdlike or a little birdling
I’ve got no beak I can’t squawk
So why try to be that which I’m not
You could give me directions and explain
But I won’t fly today
But if I dream and think I can, I can build a plane
And fly away
You can’t swim like a fish
So don’t think this
Is the way you should be swimming in the sea
You can’t pollenate the flowers
or populate the trees
You’re not the birds
you’re not the bees bzzz bzzzz
So just be
What it was you were meant to be
Be genuine and be true
Be you.
& never forget
To be free too.
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Elements
03:50
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I am the wind, as I wander around
I move the world, but I can't touch the ground
I am the stone, but I want more
I want to be the ocean when I am the shore
I want to
I want to
I want to be the sky
I want to be the clouds up above, I want to be alive
I want to I want to
I want to be sky
I want to be the wind up above the clouds, I want to be alive
You are the wind
I am the cloud
billowing and raining down
You are the stone, I am the ground
I'll be here when you break down
You are the sun
you are the moon
when you go dark, I'll be out soon.
You are the ocean, against my shore
Everything you are to be, you are and more
I am the roots
you are the tree
I am the wind underneath the wings
I move the world and you with it
Earth, wind, water fire, all the elements.
When the moon sets upon the sea
what if I forget what it was I was to be
as water I condense I become the cloud
It all makes percent sense, as I rain down.
I want to
I want to
I want to be the sky
I want to be the clouds up above, I want to be alive
I want to I want to
I want to be sky
I want to be the wind up above the clouds, I want to be alive
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Don't Talk
05:40
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Don't talk listen up
Switch hits and flick bics sample flips and drum kicks
ain't got time for loose lips, they get nixed
Always need more bass in the mix, you wanna step? You'll need a stool kids
Swinging at me like the 96 Knicks all missed hits well I'm alright with this.
Goods to get yeah we all need this, good times and good rhymes yeah we all need this.
Don't talk listen up don't speak, I spit truth to find the answers that I seek
With the strength of 10 men none weak it's on fleek.
What's you like it's all free, like the beats? It's all me
Let's talk about those beats that your flipping
What you starting, what you quitting.
Spitting new licks like your Quinten
Tarantino but you isn't
Don't talk listen up
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Outro
03:11
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True Lies - instrumental
03:10
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Sometimes - Instrumental
02:58
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Elements - instrumental
03:49
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Coming Up - instrumental
03:33
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none
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Outro
03:11
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None
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