Description: Lesson Learned Featuring Palmer Reed, Hip Hop Music, East Coast Rap & Hip Hop, royalty-free stock music, flash music and websites music
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Lyrics:
Break bread with the enemy of the centipede
tryna worry bout the end of things
Infinity, everlast not like a punching bag,
more like an hourglass
brought from divinity
See it like a simile
Simple line rhyming
Poor timing, all biased,
no lining, false science
no crying no whining
you shimmering and shining
while every beat I touch to gold like king Midas
thinking that you’re better man, I beg for you to try this
feel a lot different when the lights hit your iris
especially when the crowd start acting like they Simon
got you wanting to disappear like the Mayan
now you lying on your back,
looking at the roof of the church
preacher be telling the truth and it hurts
thinking that you’re in the pew just looking in the casket
till you see its you in the hurse, and put in the dirt
Chorus:
(Instrumentals I murk, I’m going berserk/and I be
Putting in work, I’m feeling my shirt/so wipe me
Down to the ground, cuz I’m bound to be perfect
In fact if you wanna connect I’m right here) X2
Verse 2:
Reminiscing listening to cassettes in high chairs
While your lying like you’re selling authentic in times square
Crying cuz you created buzz for light years
And you’re trying to reach the top but your not there
Yet you still wanna bo-peep bout the heat that you leak in the streets
Like you gonna reach peak
But heed when I speak that it’s not a huge feat
You’re a leech/ask for the gas in passenger seats
Class as synthetic as nylon
While you wouldn’t catch me dance if my hands hit the pile-on
Truth/got nothing to lie on
But you got a bed of nails so let bygones be bygones
Keep the light on/I’m a master like Qui-gon
In the box but try to stand out like a Scion
No denying/need a new hat to try on
Cuz the crown make my forehead wrinkled like a clingon
Chorus:
(Instrumentals I murk, I’m going berserk/and I be
Putting in work, I’m feeling my shirt/so wipe me
Down to the ground, cuz I’m bound to be perfect
In fact if you wanna connect I’m right here) X2
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