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Wrote this about the pandemic and how my life and everyone's lives were changing so quickly. While I was observing this new sense of stillness around me I couldn't help but notice the unrest I saw around me with the Black Lives Matter protests and increasing tension over the summer. It made me wonder what the future would look like and how our present moments will be told in the future. Idk with the way American history is set up I'm a little skeptical. Lots of weird things are happening and accountability is scarce. This is track 4 off of my latest EP, Mr. Bleu. Hope it makes you think. I also hope that you enjoy. Lyrics: We’re saying things and we’re barely talkin Tip Toein’ ain’t doing no walkin Oh now we be saying things We’re saying things We’re saying things and we’re barely talkin’ You be tip toein’ ain’t doing no walking Meanwhile I be saying things We saying things We saying things Just to hear the words that we say Ahh Oy vey You’ll see it as they write it up ahead And call us ancient history The way I live down the street from your past Gonna rewrite that text The window is where I sit and let my mind go I’m moving slow Not on the road Oh so detached from all that I know Stuck in a memory that's not just my own There were crumbles that you left out Nah why you gotta go all left Oh maybe you should close your eyes so you can Wake up all that sneak shit is getting old Presesntly memory backpackin’ Oh and time will tell is knocking at my door You don’t believe I tell you wake up oh Believe I tell you wake up Oh Wake up Oh Wake up Oh Wake up Oh Why you gotta go all left Wake up Oh Wake up Oh Wake up Oh Why you gotta go all left You dont believe I tell you You dont believe I tell you You don’t believe I tell you You don’t believe I tell you Wake up bitch It’s not your dreams All of our systems Torn at the seams And they say that they can’t allocate the means Will have you running out of time They don’t want you with the key I try to stay above cause It’s not me But wake up this is your history Bad breath you need some listorine That feeble shits not meant for me Wake up more
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