Monochrome Songtext
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Monochrome Songtext
As I, wax poetic over past aesthetic
Craft a legend of a time before the apathetic
Let′s start a tab, what will you have is that cash or credit
How about a glass of purgatory with a splash of heaven
Watch your language if you ain't off in the speakeasy
To speak freely on mechanisms in streets see we
Draw the weapon freehand call em artiste really
Paint the block into a motif of grief bleeding
Speed reading making educated guesses
Don′t talk without thinking life's teaching you a lesson Might learn something if you listen for a second
Then consider it a blessing if you're living to regret it
I ain′t scheming on Dolce, thinking about groceries
Heard it loud and tier in that surround sound Dolby
Subzero planet really almost froze me
Viewing life a game boy you end up as a trophy
Rumors the gossip I ignore that
Can′t pay attention to it boy, I can't afford that
Follow paper trails though; yea I need some more of that
What you see is what you get, sort of like a Rorschach
Before Clinton impeachment, when the Legion was packed
On the weekend throwing creases in your best pair of slacks
Sportin′ Waves, pomade, doo-rags to keep em flat
Though you still could catch a fade by how you leaning you hat
Peek at photographs dull pieces of glass
Mahogany frames take a brief leap in the past
And looks can be deceiving what you meet at a glance
Since we all got secrets that we keep 'til we ash
Sleeping giant alone with my thoughts in private
Got a thirst for knowledge not a drop in the Tigris
On the walk to Zion enduring the hottest climate
Describing these times as rough, they claim that I′m not a diamond
Lost on the path, watching for thieves and pirates
Lapsed, back sliding, and can't stop me from being righteous
In the middle of the crisis don′t knock until you try it
Just follow that trail of tears, moment of silence
Craft a legend of a time before the apathetic
Let′s start a tab, what will you have is that cash or credit
How about a glass of purgatory with a splash of heaven
Watch your language if you ain't off in the speakeasy
To speak freely on mechanisms in streets see we
Draw the weapon freehand call em artiste really
Paint the block into a motif of grief bleeding
Speed reading making educated guesses
Don′t talk without thinking life's teaching you a lesson Might learn something if you listen for a second
Then consider it a blessing if you're living to regret it
I ain′t scheming on Dolce, thinking about groceries
Heard it loud and tier in that surround sound Dolby
Subzero planet really almost froze me
Viewing life a game boy you end up as a trophy
Rumors the gossip I ignore that
Can′t pay attention to it boy, I can't afford that
Follow paper trails though; yea I need some more of that
What you see is what you get, sort of like a Rorschach
Before Clinton impeachment, when the Legion was packed
On the weekend throwing creases in your best pair of slacks
Sportin′ Waves, pomade, doo-rags to keep em flat
Though you still could catch a fade by how you leaning you hat
Peek at photographs dull pieces of glass
Mahogany frames take a brief leap in the past
And looks can be deceiving what you meet at a glance
Since we all got secrets that we keep 'til we ash
Sleeping giant alone with my thoughts in private
Got a thirst for knowledge not a drop in the Tigris
On the walk to Zion enduring the hottest climate
Describing these times as rough, they claim that I′m not a diamond
Lost on the path, watching for thieves and pirates
Lapsed, back sliding, and can't stop me from being righteous
In the middle of the crisis don′t knock until you try it
Just follow that trail of tears, moment of silence
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