Deejay LXVE and I dropping another classic for y’all. I just received some fan mail and will be unboxing. It looks like a VHS tape and I’ll just pop it in
Past creeping on you, it’s not too far away
Fast forward reruns, all on tape, it’s a cliché
Only made it halfway to the state of disarray
Not a toy, wind up gears grinding not to be played
Lifetime climbing the ladder to number one
Reminiscing when I wanted to be forever young
Time flies when you’re told the skies the limit
Father Time I’ve haven’t been here in a minute
For better or worse, try to reverse
What is left unfinished, forward the verse
423 hertz, can’t let it diminish
Or run its course, caught in a Fork, of the crossroads
I can’t afford two cents of the plot holes
I’m in two deep, losing some sleep
Slippery slope that’s way too steep
That’s how I got myself in this mess
Trying to impress, for those who made me
In excess, some regrets with no guarantee
My mind would be wandering in yonder
Lost at sea rolling stones that I see ponder
Must be the kid in me that can’t get over
Wishing I could hit reset and start over
Now I’m trying to win over these owners
Yes indeed, hope to own the factory deed
Maybe my needs could be met, so I’ll interject
And set to come to an agreement for some sort of treatment
Past creeping on you, it’s not too far away
Fast forward reruns, all on tape, it’s a cliché
Only made it halfway to the state of disarray
Not a toy, wind up gears grinding not to be played
Lifetime climbing the ladder to number one
Reminiscing when I wanted to be forever young
Time flies when you’re told the skies the limit
Father Time I’ve haven’t been here in a minute
Legends never die so despite when they vacate
Empty feeling lies ill-advised words fed
Your intake
I could never sell my soul for some cheap plastic
Mother Nature gave me flows that are pyroclastic
Running away from my past life, as executives do
Funding arrays seeing through the light, how many experiments are new?
When you try to play god, you’re stuck at the complex
Memories come and go, take it into context
Textbook definition, claiming that I’m perfect
Read between the lines, something beneath the surface
Father stretch my hands, just to get past the gates
Bothered when the plans are kept in their old ways
Great things come to an end, might as well close the books
Tapes and records stuck in a loop, I’m not off the hook
There’s no going back, if I were to vent
Trapped in a burning bridge, no lament to find
Out what’s unhinged
Running in circles and jumping the hurdles, it’s getting pretty hectic
Video Journal are clouded eternal, view it as eccentric
All in the life as being the puppet attaching the
Strings in the hands of a muppet
Rerunning the screen, without kicking the bucket and checking my ego from being centric
Picking your battles and watch it unravel
While facing the music the footwork that rattles
Freestyles and writing the right of my arms
But I guess it’s for the greater good
Brother, sister, child, and adult it’s all the same hood
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