[00:36.94]I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world
[00:39.51]now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl
[00:41.92]her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup
[00:44.14]whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone
[00:46.55]i used to rap like i had some marbles in my mouth
[00:48.81]but the stones turned precious when they all came out
[00:50.98]on a string of deep thought that could never be bought
[00:53.15]body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop
[00:55.45]cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor,
[00:58.09]what was left a shoestring budget on call
[01:00.37]then these new styles came along
[01:01.93]some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip
[01:04.85]colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated
[01:07.27]make you feel old and jaded
[01:09.09]the point was to make it and we made it but
[01:11.30]we didn't know how to keep it
[01:13.20]like nice kicks. that wouldn't fit
[01:14.48]only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
[01:16.58]store it underneath the bed and open it up
[01:19.18]once in a blue moon,
[01:20.14]think about a cool ending
[01:21.99]to a story that ended too soon
[01:23.79]gotta bring back the feeling
[01:25.41]I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
[01:26.66]a pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
[01:30.28]to an open heart, it's a daily operation
[01:33.15]
[01:33.42]after six come seven and eight
[01:34.73]access code to the pearly gates
[01:37.16]they say heaven can wait
[01:38.21]and you speak of fate
[01:39.37]a finale to a play for my mate
[01:41.14]I see the angels draw the drapes
[01:43.83]over the earthscape
[01:45.38]where the wine is the spirit of grapes
[01:46.99]gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape
[01:49.53]as our records will stay on rotate
[01:51.37]
[02:10.35]you say a circle is a flawless shape
[02:12.13]every part equi-distance from the center
[02:13.92]on the arc without a start or a finish
[02:15.81]a line on a loop carries weight
[02:17.22]a freight train runs unabated
[02:19.00]views vanish from my point vantage,
[02:20.61]passages come in and out
[02:22.34]the way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics)
[02:25.17]still alive 'cause I said it
[02:26.25][02:26.12]a life of its own unless we dead it
[02:27.70]till they see our name in credits
[02:29.17]a labor of love you mean slavery
[02:31.12]surely, it's been quite savory
[02:33.57]crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy
[02:35.70]pure magic when she touches me
[02:37.93]I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style
[02:41.11]you profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest)
[02:42.84]happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long
[02:46.28]just pass it on like asong
[02:47.71]and I might look calm and collected at a glance
[02:50.03]but I taste the void when I'm not connected
[02:52.14]to the world kinetic, as opposed to static
[02:54.44]idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict)
[02:57.37]on a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
[03:00.45]the mind in need of stimulation
[03:01.76]elevator music to the space station
[03:04.06]penthouse of stars a-blazing