
The Flexible Unreliability of Time & Memory Armand Hammer
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[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
I wore the same thing yesterday
All white, more dingy
Head full of lightning
A signal in the noise
Fake trees in the Apple store
A double portion of protection for me and my niggas
I'm tryna only say what's necessary
Should I play it again?
But no, we asked already
Many multiplicities
I'm livin' every mystery
I'ma come if you send for me
Under the moon in a place to bury
Sweating through silk, feeling small
It's but a moment, but I owed me more
Not like they said it in that O.C. song
Where can a nigga really run to?
Far and widе, at the same centеr still
I feel a way about provin' my identity to robots
You niggas smoke computers
I only have one job
Oh, you still do that?
Oh, you still unsigned?
You don't work, you don't eat
I'm the one, right?
I was in my white tee too
My dunks second-hand
Blackout summer
The dutch was never dead
I would run it back again
I would run it back again
(I would run it back again, back again, back again)
I wore the same thing yesterday
All white, more dingy
Head full of lightning
A signal in the noise
Fake trees in the Apple store
A double portion of protection for me and my niggas
I'm tryna only say what's necessary
Should I play it again?
But no, we asked already
Many multiplicities
I'm livin' every mystery
I'ma come if you send for me
Under the moon in a place to bury
Sweating through silk, feeling small
It's but a moment, but I owed me more
Not like they said it in that O.C. song
Where can a nigga really run to?
Far and widе, at the same centеr still
I feel a way about provin' my identity to robots
You niggas smoke computers
I only have one job
Oh, you still do that?
Oh, you still unsigned?
You don't work, you don't eat
I'm the one, right?
I was in my white tee too
My dunks second-hand
Blackout summer
The dutch was never dead
I would run it back again
I would run it back again
(I would run it back again, back again, back again)
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