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sage francis - i keep calling كلمات الأغنية

author: sage francis

chorus

intro:

pick up, pick up… pick up, pick up…

verse one:

now i can’t even think back. self-induced amnesia has made it’s impact /
mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
i voluntarily refuse to remenisce /
if i could choose any wish… i’d lose my genesis /
and prove to my nemesis that i don’t need memory lane on my way home /
but i got lost and i needed a pay phone /
because i was in an unsafe zone… inside of a place unknown /
where unfamilliar faces roam (…and it’s so strange)… /
i’ve got no change… i could’ve sworn that i did when i left /
my breath gets heavy with every lie and theft /
i looked right and left… then i called people at my home collect /
to tell them, “things changed.” but they just won’t accept /
i’m out of range… with no respect. every time i asked for directions /
all i got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad connections /
people who would helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info left me un-ssisted. wickedly twisted… /
incidents. is it coincidence? i choose to think so /
deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. pictures appear like slide shows /
my mind knows each and every single detail /
total recall is leaving me pale /
sick to my stomach… nautious… forces of nature bring my homing instinct /
its stink… is so distinct… now let me think… a minute /
epiphany: this is the much traveled trail from my past /
now an unbeaten path… unfunny memories are now making me laugh.

chorus

verse two:

haaaaaa! the flashbacks of my past acts are numerous /
since out the uterus… earth encounters ain’t been that humerous /
heheheheh… my laugh lines have been faked for the last time /
i’m past my prime. climaxing again is a task of mine /
i’m homeward bound. break out the map and atlas /
i ask gas station attendants… and they just act p-ssed /
i’m black listed… for not staying true to white lies /
i fight lies… in darkness… heartless… until the night dies /
then i she’d some light on what’s the matter /
reflections in the looking gl-ss self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? time’s irrelevant /
i’m searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
which blinds what the h-ll i think. now i’m thinking… /
“what time is it?” i see the 12: 00 blinking /
check the position… of the sun… to see there is none /
i figure there’s an eclipse… so i look away to save my wisdom /
the solar system left me stranded in a universe /
where i do reverse psychology. apologies are made through my verse /
ain’t nothing to do but curse when i’m frustrated /
making people disgusted. plus, i’m mistrusted and hated /
that’s an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? /
i’m on an expedition… following my trail of tears /
from when i cried, but… it dried up… and vaporized /
i played your game, so where’s my consalation prize? i’m taking lies /
from faking guys… and gals… who want to be my pals… and peers /
at this here pace, it’ll take me a thousand years /
to fins my way back… encomp-ssing what they lack /
it cost me most of my life, but still i’m thinking about a pay back /
decapitated… i lost my head, and fear is activated /
i’m in a fog. my blood, sweat and tears evaporated /
i back track to find my lost sense of direction /
stop, look, and listen… before i cross the intersection /
there’s much construction. i’m signaled with morse code /
to take a detour. somehow i end up on an off road /
i squint my eyes… trying to find some street signs /
i can only read strong thoughts. these people have weak minds /
trapped in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox /
with d-mn narcs… hold up, son… i’m noticing some landmarks /
i rack my brain… knowing that i can’t attack in vane /
upon return i promised myself not to act the same /
but every so often my selective screen memory… will be my enemy /
metamorphasize and say, “remember me?” /
getting me petro… wish i could kill the retro /
but heck no… to much of my past i just can’t let go /
i’m just a stone’s throw away from my home turf… which really is this whole earth /
but claims like that have no worth /
epiphany: and then it hits me… the reason why i’m dizzy /
is because i’ve been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(where is he?)

chorus

outro:

deejay perseus drumming.

- sage francis

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