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Orb in Limbo
02:52
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Her beautiful blue Weight
unseen by all Big Wigs
only they can see
through their grids
patting your head
at birth
while you watch them scandalize the scapes
of Her
Her one tragic blue Fate
unseen by all Young Things
seeing through unclear
lenses
when you are old
your eyes
they will only see Her fading in
Her own
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Sought out that old face
Came so quickly to the top of mind
Somebody’s design
That air is never hard to find
That air is never hard to find
Essence of the eye
Mannerisms smooth and well refined
Left the weight behind
Come back home I’ve got depth you’ll find
Come back home I’ve got depth you’ll find
He said
She said
"Maybe You"
(Soopah Eype's Verse Coming Soon)
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I see what happens here on this dark beach
Sky's not much lighter than the sea
And I breath unevenly
Wide eyed lady's got me sinking
I'll try, I'll try
but I can't always be honest
but I can't always be honest
I'll try, get me high
but I can't always be honest
but I can't always be honest
I've got no money
No passion for the art of makin it
but I've got high tastes
an obsession with
one concept
one theme
Got no time
No passion for the art of savin it
but I've got long days
an obsession with
one moment
one silence
(Fabian's Verse Coming Soon)
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4. |
Goldmine
04:32
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I always feel like a whore in the winter time
My empty cold bed's no favorite of mine
If the windows ain't foggy
and I can't draw a smiley
Then maybe, you ain't workin for me
He always feels like he's nothin in the summer time
Took off to the woods to find peace of mind
He'll become a young slave
Just waiting to please my soul
If I make that call
but guess what?
these troubles always fall off
You're left with a Goldmine
a Goldmine to sort thru
a Goldmine to think thru
Johnny when you toss it right I cannot cooperate
Pass right by those yellow signs
We are intoxicated
We are free, we are free
We're free, We're free
I always hate what you say
When you've lost all faith
Where's your sense of I?
Don't tell me to plan your wake, don't tell me to plan your wake
Where are you now?
You've just gotta get dirty
In 101 ways
Just shed that load
And save that face
Oh hunny
Johnny when you toss it right I cannot cooperate
Pass right by those yellow signs
We are intoxicated
You know who I am
The queen of blossoms on trees
When all is just black
You're who I see
You've got a Goldmine to sort thru
a Goldmine to think thru
The options are endless
No need to use your fists
You've got a Goldmine to sort thru
a Goldmine to think thru
Johnny when you toss it right I cannot cooperate
Pass right by those yellow signs
We are intoxicated
We are free, we are free
We're free, We're free
And guess what?
these troubles always fall off
You're left with a Goldmine
a Goldmine to sort thru
a Goldmine
And guess what?
these troubles always fall off
You're left with a Goldmine
a Goldmine to sort thru
a Goldmine to think thru
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Wake me up early
Wrap me up
So I'm warm
Sing to me
(I'm too good for sleep)
Tell me jokes and let's play cards
It's just hard to walk
Hard to walk straight
Upright
Just so hard to sit back
Hard to unwind
Sleep right
"Don't you cry for me"
Words you sang sweetly
Sweetly in time
"Don't you cry for me"
Open door swinging
Swinging in time
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Star Child
White holes attract
Matter as well
matter as well
as Black
Star Child
Your aura invites
I looked more than twice,
Looked more than twice
Yin Yang, Black White
Star Child
Split by a prism
Chromaticism
Soaked it all up but
Empty is my gut
Star Child
You left colors strewn aside
Could be light's not your real guise
Star Child,
Chroma lie by
Post reflection,
Change perception
Fly on by
Star Child
Dimensions unwind
Could take years until you find
All Weight's
Difficult Hues,
Light they'll show you,
Interlude to
Your New SIght
(Fabian's Verse):
Pass go- collect your-
Two Hundo to keep your fucking mouth closed? (homie, come on)
Paint full images; faithful by the caseload.
Hitting with age old synonyms.
As imminent as I can be getting into the literal and figurative,
Calloused and sensitive, masculine, effeminate, no mask or pretending its nothing at all- but inevitable just, free to pick up but- never to call ya up- whats one without a plus one baby- a body to fuss to subdued when plus two,maybe?
Incremental upon instrumentals, that’s equivalent to the exponential Besting the best of both worlds, invest in true words, two birds with one stone
You know just how the chorus goes Is it more of stretch to connect or be alone? Invest or spend it all; confess or be secretive I guess the rest remains to be seen and if I’m seeing it- then surely I can be seen Within the distance and then at the finish. Toast, goes the limit. A toast to the winnings. When I felt defeated I’m prone to forget it
Urgent Demand, dash across your lawn Skip the middle man and past the Pawns Right to your leader boss or master card. Even if coins are tossed, and the boy is off Just cuz I’m dying to soar Don’t mean I’m livin in the land of the lost
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Crystalize
05:26
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And who knows how it came to rise?
It took no time to crystalize
The hopelessness of raw insides
Can meet a school of lovely vibes
These mysteries that we've capsized
Could serve to calm our quiet cries
No word will ever organize
The vastness of our shallow sighs
Gonna criticize your wise
Grab hold of you
Shake your guise
At some point all are ostracized
They can't quite see
Beyond their lives
So energize your feet and thighs
The weight will always paralyze
There ain't no reason to resize
The architecture of your eyes
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Coco Columbia Los Angeles, California
I was activated in a lab in 2099…
I am hunted by man but I hide online
Website: linktr.ee/coco_columbia
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