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the flexible unreliability of time & memory - armand hammer lyrics

[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 n*ggas
i’m tryna only say what’s necessary
should i play it again?
but no, we asked already
many multiplicities
i’m living 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 oc song
when can a n*gga really run to?
far and wide, at thе same center still
i feel a way about proving my idеntity to robots
you n*ggas 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
i would run it)
[refrain: e l u c i d]
certainty is a circle, i don’t believe you
certainty is a circle, i don’t believe you
certainty is a circle, i don’t believe you
certainty is a circle, i don’t believe you
it’s a circle, i don’t believe you
it’s a circle, i don’t believe you
it’s a circle, i don’t believe you
i don’t believe you

certainty is a circle

[verse 2: billy woods]
i read the paper even though they tell me not to
i get the paper, don’t need no how*to
doubt you, but i been wrong before
house shoes on tatami floors
a house divided, pick sides for the civil war
like pickup ball
half*court, four on four
speak to me like it’s a court of law
strike it from the record if it’s not something you did or saw (i wasn’t there, dog)
my records spin like a band saw
my record speak for itself, don’t try to add*on
i suggest you leave the police sketch half*drawn
like you realized they describing allah
the choice was: kevin samuels or dr. umar
gentlemen, the choice is yours
but i assure you jimmy baldwin not coming through that door (sorry)
choose the ball or the sword
liquid pour, my cup runneth over, i still feel poor
i put money in the floor
i put money in the wall
i put money towards getting the door reinforced
i slept on the floor, thin blankets, co*rs*
self*pity always stows away inside remorse
gun b*tt the t**th out of every gift horse
[outro: fielded + sample (?)]
certainty

“hey, uh, i just woke up. can i call you back later?”

- armand hammer lyrics

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