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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