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Talking Heads And She Was

world was moving she was right there with it and she was The world was moving she was floating above it and she was And she was And she was drifting

a promise to my girl Said Imma leave town and bring back the whole world So I bought a ticket Took longer than expected Came back around like a necklace And the first thing she said, was

we struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in and you know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab

of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice, I think she'll know When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards And

enough to get my head around She's as hard as AC DC, she gets my thunder struck She's a star, a four leaf clover but I won't press my luck Girl I'm talking

hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from 1963 And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate I asked her for Adidas and she bought

a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and

from a crook She always said I was a lot smarter than I look So I took my dreams and made it some thousands Then I took my life and made it an album,

little booze I never had a chance to choose my own name I never know why she was suffering mine Mommy's always talking 'bout the family pie And daddy