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Frylock - WordsCanMoveAHeart (I Use Mine 2 Move Ur Minds) Lyrics



Frylock - WordsCanMoveAHeart (I Use Mine 2 Move Ur Minds) Lyrics
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Words can move a heart
I use mine to move your mind
Cause society done f*cked up
What's inside for most my kinds
Where the most normal of us
Still Distressed and lost in sight
And There's the Liars
Man in this age what have we all left to hide
They said I got to get the money flowing' like some growin' cabbage
Cause Man if I don't I'll get my stat sheet redacted
But on some real shit this world has left my ass broken
Thoughts are not for destruction
If so this a Magnum Opus, yeah
I shan't find what I seek if it is right in front of me
That's why
Lately, I've been thinkin' bout depression
Said Lately, I constantly be f*ckin' stressing
Said Lately, my vice a fame tested seppuku weapon meant to break me
Yeah just sedate me, okay
Seems I can't scratch the itch
Not faded off them motherf*ckin' dabs I rip
Yeah, they talk my head off till I lack self-rhetoric
Reflection was the key and thus these messages are eloquent
Mental detectives keepin' this shit introspective
If your mind's an alibi, then what's the point in your expression (bitch)
See, My mask is quite cracked
I age in time-lapse, with a devil in my head like off the Darkest Triad
Ha-Ha Ha-Ha
Can You Hear The yells
That say, you must work and loathe yourself
I said, Wake up, you've been dreamin' on for too long
Get your shit together, boy, and get a different groove on
The abysmal truth was
Tour penmanship is cynic And we're serving food for thought
That's just the purpose of a lyricist (nahhh)
And yawl don't wanna hear that shit, we bumpin' doom through the roof
High as f*ck and can't feel shit
Tryin' to remember bliss
Do not end your life, man, even when pain is infinite
Just push or you may bend to them
I see through people's eyes and perceive death while still alive
Yeah Most times I'm pushed aside to spill my blood up on the mic, yeah
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why do I go on?
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why do I spill my heart out on these same old dope songs
I don't even know anymore, on the kitchen floor, feel faded as my resolve
Stuck trippin' off the sedatives
Every little step is hard to move I've been embedded in
These feelings which I disregard
To cope is just a crutch whenever life is hard I like to curl up in a ball
And spit my woes within these proses
Imma say some shit you won't remember like it's WingDings man
What was I doin'? No inkling of pure thinking
I'm driftin' off (And when I come back)
All I ask is don't bother me
I'm stuck in terror often and Societal Lobotomy
Constructs our Corporate Coffins
Hikikomori shut in
Makin' beats on my computer not to off myself and function
In this froze world
With a hot core
Drawing cocks on the chalkboard since I was sophomore
Then got kicked out of school like shit, man, what the kid gon' do?
With a head full of jazz
And some blunt gut flumes
And some twisted-ass thoughts for a stood-up guy
But you know enough about myself
What ya know bout life huh?
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Words can move a heart
I use mine to move your mind
Cause society done f*cked up
What's inside for most my kinds
Where the most normal of us
Still Distressed and lost in sight
And There's the Liars
Man in this age what have we all left to hide
They said I got to get the money flowing' like some growin' cabbage
Cause Man if I don't I'll get my stat sheet redacted
But on some real shit this world has left my ass broken
Thoughts are not for destruction
If so this a Magnum Opus, yeah
I shan't find what I seek if it is right in front of me
That's why
Lately, I've been thinkin' bout depression
Said Lately, I constantly be f*ckin' stressing
Said Lately, my vice a fame tested seppuku weapon meant to break me
Yeah just sedate me, okay
Seems I can't scratch the itch
Not faded off them motherf*ckin' dabs I rip
Yeah, they talk my head off till I lack self-rhetoric
Reflection was the key and thus these messages are eloquent
Mental detectives keepin' this shit introspective
If your mind's an alibi, then what's the point in your expression (bitch)
See, My mask is quite cracked
I age in time-lapse, with a devil in my head like off the Darkest Triad
Ha-Ha Ha-Ha
Can You Hear The yells
That say, you must work and loathe yourself
I said, Wake up, you've been dreamin' on for too long
Get your shit together, boy, and get a different groove on
The abysmal truth was
Tour penmanship is cynic And we're serving food for thought
That's just the purpose of a lyricist (nahhh)
And yawl don't wanna hear that shit, we bumpin' doom through the roof
High as f*ck and can't feel shit
Tryin' to remember bliss
Do not end your life, man, even when pain is infinite
Just push or you may bend to them
I see through people's eyes and perceive death while still alive
Yeah Most times I'm pushed aside to spill my blood up on the mic, yeah
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why do I go on?
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why do I spill my heart out on these same old dope songs
I don't even know anymore, on the kitchen floor, feel faded as my resolve
Stuck trippin' off the sedatives
Every little step is hard to move I've been embedded in
These feelings which I disregard
To cope is just a crutch whenever life is hard I like to curl up in a ball
And spit my woes within these proses
Imma say some shit you won't remember like it's WingDings man
What was I doin'? No inkling of pure thinking
I'm driftin' off (And when I come back)
All I ask is don't bother me
I'm stuck in terror often and Societal Lobotomy
Constructs our Corporate Coffins
Hikikomori shut in
Makin' beats on my computer not to off myself and function
In this froze world
With a hot core
Drawing cocks on the chalkboard since I was sophomore
Then got kicked out of school like shit, man, what the kid gon' do?
With a head full of jazz
And some blunt gut flumes
And some twisted-ass thoughts for a stood-up guy
But you know enough about myself
What ya know bout life huh?
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Writer: Lane DesHotels
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Performed By: Frylock
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Lane DesHotels
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