Monomate - Mazatechnicolor | Текст песни

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• Monomate
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life, or its resemblance, perpetual disconnect
mind apt to inflect, my futile effort to dissect
the very fiber of being, fleeing these futile systems
the futile drive to keep our species alive
a two-dimensional reminder of intrinsic humanity
but man, it seems like my relation to the world is just that
what the simple, seemingly dyslexic dismiss as weird stuff
is merely complexity beyond monosyllabic fluff

i'm going down
i'm ready to let it go

(i'm goin' down down baby
yo street in a range rover
street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
shimmy shimmy cocoa what, listen to it pound
light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now)


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