Woman of my own and tranquil key
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No I'm not just the L out of TLC
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Songstress for the longest
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Felt more adappa as a rappa
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Start to make what it seems
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It's more mind over matter
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Have fun
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Comin' with beats & rhymes
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But it's not so sweet in this light of lime
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Sometimes when you make it people get mad
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Throw buckets grab, backs get stabbed
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It was a hard struggle, meaning shit
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Now it's hard just tryin' to juggle this, among shit
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So people see the smile
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All the while I have an inner child
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That's cryin' denial (cry in denial)
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Cryin' no smile, cryin' with style of beguile
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In piles in aisles of niles
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Meanwhile seem so senile, fakes monsters
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I'm docile, fragile
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I show gentile smiles, I take it a mile
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People don't see the truth, in this booth
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Under my tongue, over my tooth (ah-ooohh)
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Eight nine spoof of my inner youth
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Innocence
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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It seems right, do the math
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Sportin' laughs, bubble baths, autographs
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Awards and claps
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The glistenin' only comes if people listenin'
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But to a lyricist, chastising conniving, criticists
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Gotta earn your bliss, unchill your wrists
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I know you mince, add bills to rent
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So now you owe me
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That's why I'm so into it
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This tapestry
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Put you abstract, non-skilled folks can't see
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I hinted at them, add tracks
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Don't care if you're mad at
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I speak the past
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I speak rash spirits
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Universal, helped my lyric rehearsals of the here's
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Become an adult from peers, much fears, such tears
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Scorned from revelations dawn
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Things I do like, morning lawns
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I'm morning poems
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That now yawnin' on
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They're not spawning wands (they're not spawning wands)
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This here wand has a magic stick
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Throat-wise called the Larynx
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Helps me spill it, my utter of a mind
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I milk it
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So that it hits your back with spiritual parmalat
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I farm the black
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Spirit staff, Spirit staff, Spirit staff
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
|
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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So just close your eyes
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And relax your mind
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As the sounds dig in your brain
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Now don't it feel so strange
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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Breathe
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Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez |