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I dreamt you were in my head; in my world Watching it all, walking around, like "Yo, what's the word?" You mixed it up, moved **** around, You were in my head, leaving nothing to be found. You ****** it all up till it was all reversed Leaving me here with nothing rehearesed, And nothing made sense; Cause up was down, blue was green, verbs were nouns. There was, lost in world, All of this mess All 'cause of a girl Who became my world Consumed me completely, She rid of everything that WAS me. Now, in my world, she was all that existed, On tvs, windows, and books, I couldn't resist it I watched every show, saw every scene, and read every book. I thought clever thoughts and wrote clever hooks And there was in the middle of it all, Holding on tight not wanting to fall I was in love whether I wanted it or not Cause she entered my head and stole every thought All this trouble because of a girl All this trouble cause she is my world.
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
The Girl or the World
I dreamt you were in my head; in my world Watching it all, walking around, like "Yo, what's the word?" You mixed it up, moved **** around, You were in my head, leaving nothing to be found. You ****** it all up till it was all reversed Leaving me here with nothing rehearesed, And nothing made sense; Cause up was down, blue was green, verbs were nouns. There was, lost in world, All of this mess All 'cause of a girl Who became my world Consumed me completely, She rid of everything that WAS me. Now, in my world, she was all that existed, On tvs, windows, and books, I couldn't resist it I watched every show, saw every scene, and read every book. I thought clever thoughts and wrote clever hooks And there was in the middle of it all, Holding on tight not wanting to fall I was in love whether I wanted it or not Cause she entered my head and stole every thought All this trouble because of a girl All this trouble cause she is my world.
Spoken word piece; meant to be heard, not read.
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
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