: Closing night sky Tired beams of light line her face She leans into me As we stare into the breaking line It's so slippery You think you have it in
Closing night sky Tired beams of light line her face She leans into me As we stare into the breaking line It's so slippery You think you have it in your
high Fly Stacy, daddy's little lady fucks crazily Wavy after baby, lost the shape fancy lately Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to
: He was always such a nice boy The quiet one with good intentions He was down with his brother, respectful to his mother A good boy But good don't get
he's fly again Wonder what's his outcome? Well, soon all y'all will know And y'all be lucky if you touch me Science, Astrologists will discuss me And
me eating off of yours, process momma moping like jerry meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery never to obtain another level of con-science
quiet of your breathing nearby Let's do it again Come on, let's do it again Please, let's do it again Come on, let's do it again I want your lazy science
we real selective I spill a to perfection is done Give a fuck if cats feel myrecords This be the chamber, tunnel vision apply To the mic, just like science
and green sign Peekin' at no matter who's eyein' Readin' he'd be leavin the baddest dude lyin' In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (new science
science of the mind there is no forgiving Paralyzed I lay here sleeping quiet as a little child Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding moving quiet
Stole, oh, oh, stole He was always such a nice boy The quiet one With good intentions He was down for his brother Respectful to his mother A good boy
so used for that sued for Doors racin' through my mind like a new Porsche with the roof off Every single time I rhyme, it's science I turn quiet into
line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen, you hear the difference between science and science
No matter what you're living in, it's time to win Keep us in the four walls of our church, we'll be quiet Most of us aren't even Democratic or Republic
in" Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon Some in winter, some in June, it's all cool, it's the natural The science is a jewel for me
