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Lucky Boys Confusion - Gwendolyn B. Sings Sin lyrics
Counting heads as I enter the room Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state Until the consequence fades away A shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks We're here together to send a message That not too much has changed, bring it in Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left I want the bass up so I can feel it in my chest Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought Just to finer point in life that can't be taught I got to focus on my attention on the real thing Never realizing till it passes what it is, what it could be Janis says get it while you can and this is true Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon We die soon I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J Passed around, found people got vices these days You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills But on the microphone I'm executing mad skills I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon Cruising listening to smooth jazz Realizing lost my passion pazzazz for life I'm under pressure and I'm not sure But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure Live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable Gotta make sure not a second is dull The throw down, the show down at high noon It may not be this minute we die soon, lid |
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