• Thinking
    It used to be grilled cheese
    Beatle faded minds
    Squawking journals in the circle
    Was the best of time
    Cannons blazing for the colors
    Since the dawn of time
    No need to fit the clock
    Busy educating grind
    Angry birds fit the words
    Facilitate your minds
    From the lessons to the blessings
    For the sake of rhyme
    Hateraid filled grenades
    Filled the body lines
    Pirate ways on display
    Man, who's got the time
    Nowadays blurry days
    Anyways you find a line
    Adding candles to the cake
    Meanwhile raising minds
    Got that leash on the post
    Running smaller circles
    Mediate through my face
    Under eyes purple
    Trading words for the verbs
    Feeling gospel lines
    Loose lips sinking blurbs
    Making longer lines
    At the party walking home
    Just don't feel like drinking
    Stop barking on the leash
    Looking through the fence
    Thinking


    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking


    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking


    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking


    Owls in the attic
    Get the better view
    Yesterday subway route
    With new tools no doubt
    On the alps for clout
    Had them playing roller coaster
    Through the village on a sunday route
    They were claiming saving souls worth it
    Dollar bills in the water
    Drowning those who've earned it
    Man made zombies on t.V.
    Never blinking four hours
    On the couch vein unplugged
    Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking


    Kick it baby pop
    This about your town
    This is rebel toll music
    How it all went down
    Facts on smashing the lack of
    Leading low and beholds
    For every two that went out
    Came back three times fold
    Man I know
    Ain't used to getting down like this
    Do everfeel familiar
    How ever clever your nitch
    Nifty little ditty's
    Now about that crown
    This feelings profound
    You came to get down
    Planetary Voodoo
    Sweats to pound out sounds
    If you don't put in the work
    Expect less than a pound
    Grown through the galaxy
    Yet still underground
    Dripping through the seasons
    Egg and flour it down
    Drop it in the oil
    Till it turns golding brown
    Flavor setting in
    While we let cool down
    Say grace for the thought
    Of even being around
    Thank you fam for the blessings
    While we eating these sounds

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

    Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking














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