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repetition - mat lee lyrics

pretty bird getting done the day’s dirty work
i’m pretty sure they don’t pay you what you’re really worth
a polished t-rd wiping smirks off these nerdy jerks
f-ck what ya heard i’ve come a long way from those early percs

check my reference i’m cleared with zero hesitance
and always pessimistic while i’m messing with these sentences
no stressing that’s the motherf-cking way i write
always skeptical thinking about a better way of life

when they come to your door in the middle of the night
then you’ll know who you are when you choose fight or flight
alright, that only happens in the movies
when they come for you, you won’t know it and that sh-t’s a bit spooky

relax though, it’s all just a big joke
running out of time writing all these thick notes
i gotta remind you the point of these lessons
trying not to live like a stressed out peasant

import the export and sort through the rest for
the chance that you’ll find one smarter than the rest
you’re blessed with being able to make a mess
poorly motivated to sit and work behind a desk

trying not to look super suspect
so fresh and clean like where’s the blood kept
blunt force trauma on a shoestring budget
i’m wearing my karma like a clueless curmudgeon

so report to the nearest matrix
then holler when you’ve hit homeostasis
they got us on a need to know basis
so hit the books down in the bas-m-nt like how hard the b-ss hits

its funny now i crave the repet-tion
hold the b-tton down till i reset the system
broke another crown like the kingdoms gone missing
and the king snorting lines off the queens little sister

(big cheese)
listen to my words i’ma change the beat
got this rap mouth and running feet
if you wanna hear it then follow me
when i’m on the microphone i can’t be beat
so take a seat but don’t take leave because lately
the money ain’t leaving hands safely
double on down for your safety
meeting with red eyes like plane seats. insane feats
seven wonders of the world call me eighth, please
stare blankly. trying to live this life being pain free
(oh baby!)
painted queues to find inside they hide
the rest to dine to live confide
arrest and fine with chest short of breath sets of time arrived beside the mites in hides of flesh
they mix and mesh the sober bet drugs on the set
i’ve over stepped
won’t take a breath
i’m over it this equals death

(mat lee)
no prequels left living in a world with meters spent
spinning on these wheels this libra’s left
leaving these meals needing breath

- mat lee lyrics

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