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time is money and i am broke
i walk around with empty pockets and get rich schemes
looking for sugar momma to fund my dreams
and during my glory years i tried to be the next in line
i tried to shine
so bright that anyone who stared would wake up blind
i tried to keep my words quick and lean, i tried to be so mean
that any competition would trip up, look up and see that i sit up all night just to get ahead
all your heroes are dead
because they came across me on the mic and on the spot i spit a spell that put them six feet under
i went so fast i couldn't keep up
until someone came up to me and said
slow down girl,
take a breath girl,
and i said why? i gotta make money and money is time and i
but she stopped me and said
because one day, girl i will walk up to your microphone
right here, on your stage
and when you least expect it
i will put my lips on your sound waves one syllable at a time
i will pull you apart slowly
these fingers are knives and i
will dissect you like a scientist in love with her work
because i am volume, and i am words
i am the subtle looks that you don't hear
so low that you can't hear
i'm that frequency that goes past your ears and eyes and straight to the base of your brain
i am the swell of blood, the conscious shift, the unintentional sigh...
i am the real reason why you get out of bed in the morning,
so you can come right back to me.
i decided that she was probably right
so i slowed down and...
spent the night.
i walk around with empty pockets and get rich schemes
looking for sugar momma to fund my dreams
and during my glory years i tried to be the next in line
i tried to shine
so bright that anyone who stared would wake up blind
i tried to keep my words quick and lean, i tried to be so mean
that any competition would trip up, look up and see that i sit up all night just to get ahead
all your heroes are dead
because they came across me on the mic and on the spot i spit a spell that put them six feet under
i went so fast i couldn't keep up
until someone came up to me and said
slow down girl,
take a breath girl,
and i said why? i gotta make money and money is time and i
but she stopped me and said
because one day, girl i will walk up to your microphone
right here, on your stage
and when you least expect it
i will put my lips on your sound waves one syllable at a time
i will pull you apart slowly
these fingers are knives and i
will dissect you like a scientist in love with her work
because i am volume, and i am words
i am the subtle looks that you don't hear
so low that you can't hear
i'm that frequency that goes past your ears and eyes and straight to the base of your brain
i am the swell of blood, the conscious shift, the unintentional sigh...
i am the real reason why you get out of bed in the morning,
so you can come right back to me.
i decided that she was probably right
so i slowed down and...
spent the night.