Time2

Love, love, love Well well well well well Help me cleanse my sins Help me lift this spell, mmm We fight demons from our past only to face new monsters I ask, are we comatose or unconscious? My top spin's perpetual, make the connection You sleep cause reality bites, inception Protection orders for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Molested Mexican daughters, stretch across the border The streets paved in gold often fade When the paint they use to pave the streets is henna And greener is the grass on the other side Except for when that other side is geno Or sewer, you smile while you sippin' a cup of Kahlua That makes me wanna mainline a fucking fifth of Dewars I'm trying to utilize my time to shine here I realize we only have limited time here Dudes on my line try'na sell me a timeshare That'll be me with a nine losin' my mind in Time Square Like, "Is this how you wanna treat me? You know what this business was before you hired me A piece of shit! Everybody on the floor right now! Everybody get the fuck down!" Love, love, love Well well well well well Help me cleanse my sins Help me lift this spell La-la-la-last ye-ye-year they hired me And this-s-s-s we-we-we-we-week the-the-they fired me And I g-g-g-got all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay And what the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I supposed to say T-t-t-t-to my wife she's p-p-p-p-pregnant And if the kid does not go to college his life's irrelevant And my-my-my melanin-n-n-n makes me a felon And-nd I just wanna take this fuckin' c-c-crack and sell it To the planet Panic, I'm a manic depressive mechanic that manages to frantically do damage To his brain with Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded panoramic To the back of my eyelids in a variety of fonts Ariel, Bold, Gothic Lost it in Time Square and going home is not an option Is this illusion optic Perhaps it's just a chemical reaction with my Zoloft and acidophilus The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't operative Danger! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson A bizarre ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip, Collagen My tolerance is volatile and it feels like I'm losing oxygen! Love, love, love Well well well well well Help me cleanse my sins Help me lift this spell, mmm --- Time2 - Pharoahe Monch