Rhythm ripping like I'm slipping, sliding, falling
For partition in the pattern of unoriginal rappers
My mathematics are average but sentences
Summon madness in my mind; hyperconnected Like divine fury
Struck my Broca's area. Unfamiliar
With a predator more predatory than stories. Lyrics holy
Like I'm exploring forty mornings of glory pouring
My soul into recording
Spit religion like a Mormon, I pour my soul into recording
My formant is slowly forming while rolling this motion picture
Approaching the coming winter with riddles inside my speakers
That ridicule tiny features of spiritual guarantees
Is this passion or disease? I lack factual certainty
Whether I am being perceived for what my music is meant
To be. Mentally, this is more than rap or poetry
This is more
Coming back faster than an addict fresh off an OD
You think that you know me through these photos I'm posting
When really I'm posing. I'm feeling so ghostly
Forgetting what holds me down to the ground when
Power wants hours and vows are unfounded I'm pouting profoundly
The loudest around me crowning their shouts; I hear whispers
You can feed from the trough where I'll be is the kitchen
It's unappealing talking gossip I'd rather be honest
And process the thoughts of your deepest philosophies
Privately piloting a flight into heights unseen
I'm writing in gasoline and lighting a match on "The End"
To see, then, how the message erupts in flames
I'm done with games I want my name
Infused with fame, in tune with fate
The truth will save my ludicrous pace
From erasing my rightful place as a wise old sage
I'm still not done, I just hit spacebar
Write more tight bars like Marshall Mathers
I'm training to be the baddest while living inside a carriage
Of kerosene waiting to be unleashed by my faculty of speech
I'll win every spelling bee out of pure absurdity
I'm lurching for these learnings while burning the midnight oil
Spoil the calm of nighttime every time that I write rhymes
Bags under my eyes, sadness at sunrise
One day I'll wake up and I'll see the last of daylight
Dylan Goren - Daylight Lyrics
Dylan Goren - Daylight Lyrics
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Rhythm ripping like I'm slipping, sliding, falling
For partition in the pattern of unoriginal rappers
My mathematics are average but sentences
Summon madness in my mind; hyperconnected Like divine fury
Struck my Broca's area. Unfamiliar
With a predator more predatory than stories. Lyrics holy
Like I'm exploring forty mornings of glory pouring
My soul into recording
Spit religion like a Mormon, I pour my soul into recording
My formant is slowly forming while rolling this motion picture
Approaching the coming winter with riddles inside my speakers
That ridicule tiny features of spiritual guarantees
Is this passion or disease? I lack factual certainty
Whether I am being perceived for what my music is meant
To be. Mentally, this is more than rap or poetry
This is more
Coming back faster than an addict fresh off an OD
You think that you know me through these photos I'm posting
When really I'm posing. I'm feeling so ghostly
Forgetting what holds me down to the ground when
Power wants hours and vows are unfounded I'm pouting profoundly
The loudest around me crowning their shouts; I hear whispers
You can feed from the trough where I'll be is the kitchen
It's unappealing talking gossip I'd rather be honest
And process the thoughts of your deepest philosophies
Privately piloting a flight into heights unseen
I'm writing in gasoline and lighting a match on "The End"
To see, then, how the message erupts in flames
I'm done with games I want my name
Infused with fame, in tune with fate
The truth will save my ludicrous pace
From erasing my rightful place as a wise old sage
I'm still not done, I just hit spacebar
Write more tight bars like Marshall Mathers
I'm training to be the baddest while living inside a carriage
Of kerosene waiting to be unleashed by my faculty of speech
I'll win every spelling bee out of pure absurdity
I'm lurching for these learnings while burning the midnight oil
Spoil the calm of nighttime every time that I write rhymes
Bags under my eyes, sadness at sunrise
One day I'll wake up and I'll see the last of daylight
For partition in the pattern of unoriginal rappers
My mathematics are average but sentences
Summon madness in my mind; hyperconnected Like divine fury
Struck my Broca's area. Unfamiliar
With a predator more predatory than stories. Lyrics holy
Like I'm exploring forty mornings of glory pouring
My soul into recording
Spit religion like a Mormon, I pour my soul into recording
My formant is slowly forming while rolling this motion picture
Approaching the coming winter with riddles inside my speakers
That ridicule tiny features of spiritual guarantees
Is this passion or disease? I lack factual certainty
Whether I am being perceived for what my music is meant
To be. Mentally, this is more than rap or poetry
This is more
Coming back faster than an addict fresh off an OD
You think that you know me through these photos I'm posting
When really I'm posing. I'm feeling so ghostly
Forgetting what holds me down to the ground when
Power wants hours and vows are unfounded I'm pouting profoundly
The loudest around me crowning their shouts; I hear whispers
You can feed from the trough where I'll be is the kitchen
It's unappealing talking gossip I'd rather be honest
And process the thoughts of your deepest philosophies
Privately piloting a flight into heights unseen
I'm writing in gasoline and lighting a match on "The End"
To see, then, how the message erupts in flames
I'm done with games I want my name
Infused with fame, in tune with fate
The truth will save my ludicrous pace
From erasing my rightful place as a wise old sage
I'm still not done, I just hit spacebar
Write more tight bars like Marshall Mathers
I'm training to be the baddest while living inside a carriage
Of kerosene waiting to be unleashed by my faculty of speech
I'll win every spelling bee out of pure absurdity
I'm lurching for these learnings while burning the midnight oil
Spoil the calm of nighttime every time that I write rhymes
Bags under my eyes, sadness at sunrise
One day I'll wake up and I'll see the last of daylight
Writer: Dylan Goren
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid