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departure (rap) - forgotten in the sea (with granite sky & shemar) كلمات أغنية

[intro: departure]
i scramble as a whisper turns to a scream
and i will feel the bits in your keys as you forgot me in the sea

[verse 1: jay cinema]
i persevere but i shed tears
take the wheel ’cause i don’t wanna steer
might crash, never know when the last days
these the type of thoughts i put in my ashtray
stay dwelling on all of my mistakes, what can i say?
it’s really all part of nature
sh_t so complicated, give cinema a prayer
you might be doing him a favor, ayo

[verse 2: departure]
these words is capitalizable defragmented
pass the pen if your еxistence is extеmporized
no proper present, popping pomard wine
electrocuted hormone sorta nervous
digital imaging adoption model, lock a bottle
i been clawing at the seams, like it’s never what it seems
melting into moosa cementeries, broke a shin and shook my wares
when the floor collided into the stairs
being a primary antagonist of magadizers
a teratic cohort in dispute with maggots, my nerves hurt
with every counterblow and block to the psychomatic
if you’re f_cking stupid, every element’s a gathering of magic
staying humble with this reincurred failure
eating these hamburgers heavyhanded
so clear all these thoughts in osteophage
for every puzzle piece, we all part of the game
hit it running through a maze
i k!lled my idols once i realized they was mages
tried to fix faradic current, broke away in a rufescent rage
beheader while this thrown mace breaks and smokes turn into flames
we all speak in sub_dialectical slurs and spit of slang
of spit and slang (of spit and slang)
of spit and slang (of spit and slang)
of spit and slang (of spit and slang)
we all speak in sub_dialectical slurs of spit and slang
[bridge: david foster wallace]
think about it
there is no experience you have had that you are not at the absolute center of
the world as you experience it is there in front of you
or behind you
to the left or right of you
on your tv, on your monitor, and so on
other people’s thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow
but your own are so immediate, urgent, real

[verse 3: departure]
(this is how you listen
this is how i’m gonna get you to pay attention)
this is what i re_evoke
this is “i’m a g_nius” every time you take a toke
alliteration, alliteration, alliteration
f_ck the ordinary, we are not _n_logous
peep my shastras, sort of kind of palimpsest
not palpable, you misminded son_of_shark jumper
bump the world, falls into chakras and faux_jumpers painted in vantablack
it’s no poets without feathermongers and no fear tactics for losing intellectualists
i stroke my chin for prototypes of thought
cosplying my uncontentiousness

[chorus: departure]
i scramble as a whisper turns to a scream
i’ll feel the bits in your keys as you forgot me in the sea
made up a lot of our history
every interaction that i over_thought
makes for keystrokes on permanent markers just to fill the void of improbable, yet_to_be plots
i cave dived into mmy head looking for answers
just know the next dance is in another place
when you and i occupy some sort of other sp_ce eternally
and when i kiss you, it is so much more than words can be
[verse 4: departure]
this is not saliva from a mouth, i told them (wake up, it’s the first of the month)
i got no time to hear death out for a brunch
we not the egg and eyes
witnessed t__th chow for a crunch
must have to clarify manèges don’t make horses free for long
this ephemeromorphic form, the h0m_ sapiens stung
in acts of free will, i clung to the bottom of the 33rd ceiling
in a desperate search for purpose or other
i took the latter like a child, eclipsed my mother’s intentions
and puffed despite internal regret, we all dead men
(time for the percolator)
this is not a pastime, for i was never lonesome in my last life
maraud the crab pots out of hunger going deaf blind
fortississimo for the stupid, looked at me powder_like
an alien stumbled his might, unfamiliar head types
capitalism is zenocentric, arbitrarily dead weight
pots and pans oversensible
i ain’t gon get no sleep cause of y’all, y’all ain’t gon’ get no sleep cause of me
rubbed eyes and galericulated
galavanting around a grieving royal family, hamlet matriculated life

- departure rap

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