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Unordinary Angle


 

Mann I love the way the mind works

Holding secrets that we haven’t discovered

I’m building new links like no others

You open your eyes and retaliate against me

I just only want you to see that I got a bigger part of me

I’ll break you down to micro-organism

Yea let’s reach your roots 

Endless thinking my brain can’t hold 

I got question after questions after time unfolds

Am I tasteless or really am I tasteful 

My well being will put your head into a twirl

Life’s a whirlpool 

You spinning until you reach the end

But the end is never the end 

Because the mind is always add-ing

Come closer and take heed to what I said

Your mind is the only thing I want in my bed.

 
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