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Little Death - Lupe Fiasco (鲁佩·菲亚斯科)/Nikki Jean
Written by：S1/VohnBeatz
Now bring it out
Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum terror is everywhere
Sam marrying sam
Bam pushed upon the finger of sam's hairiest hand
If that sickens you you a bigot
If it doesn't well you're wicked
Such is life
Odd as egg mcmuffins at night
No answers so let us watch these dancers
Structure reformed gracefully being born
On the pallet of dark greys concaves and spirals
Kaleidoscope into a eiffel
It ripples then it tidals
Vacillates then it virals
Babylon's in the bibles and others
And tell me of the spinning mothers
And today's mathematics for beloved
And beasts' bellies covered like the cummerbunds of Butlers
How was your day can I make what you say
What I wanna hear cause I want you here
The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything
For
La petite mort la petite mort
They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks
Out it
Then expect not a volley in reply
Some place vulnerable like prolly in the eye
What of the chicken what is it missin' is it
Dry
Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn't
Go relaxed
And attention from its demise pulled all of the flavour
From the fat
And made it flat and rather lifeless
Well there's a place that has a stunning
And more mercifully murdered pisces
But barbaric are still the prices
It's rather niceless apricot in dices and fromage Slices
My son will call risotto rices
If and when he's left to his own devices well
How is your memory
Is it returning like a lemon tree
To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me
Or was it slippin' like permission am I trippin' Like
Phil
I feel I'm grippin' but maybe the transition
Still left out the life also left out the will
Grief
Will cheese never touch your teeth
Maybe like kosher beef
Is it real is it real is it real
Ha hah
How at the date can I make you my break
Cause I want you dear ooh I want you dear
The hell that we raised to the heavens make for
Our petite mort our petite mort
So glad you're back but not glad at that you're
Where is the glamour in collapse
Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back
To a pattern of stab wounds
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon
The attended years slowly fills with baboons
That other monkey business
Where killers go free cause a junkie's a funky Witness
Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of Death
Bygone errors sittin' like two oil derricks
Separated by a sea of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum
Where recognition went unnoticed
And then solidified till it was stoic
We should've been poets
Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of Iambic pentameter
How are your chains do they make you behave
Keep you over here by your overseer
Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories
La petite mort la petite mort
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