This cut-to-fitness
So called legitness
Is senseless and oh yes full of
Four more years have come and gone
It's time to play
Every now and then
I wish I could change things
I
I need a joint before my next class
But if I
I'm gonna kick these notes
Right into the streets
Where they belong
To
I did a line and I can't go to sleep
Mind
I got my day all planned out
But I know somethings
Hey you New York City, I heard you're ahead by
Don't let it get to your head
When the girls start
Dejected concrete jungles
That never seem to end
Through complex tower structure
You know sometimes I think I make a difference
Contributing to
sounds and rhythms arranged in timebands acrry a concept, then
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