Featuring vocals from Emmy D.

Lyrics:

Check, check one two. Wheres the fun in non-toxic glue?
I'm black like blue skies, yeah the blues a lie.
It's okay if you make a mess just don't make a stain.      
It's 8 am, I'm drinking my coffee black.
Turn up that boombox, that shits my favorite track. 

There are cities, buried beneath these trees
Roots reach deep, and plant the seed
Leaves and tall tales blow in the wind.   

Hey Medusa, does the carpet match the drapes?
I want to join in on the breeding party with all them rattle snakesss.
Went to the future to borrow this beat
I'm a robot, hardly human, but I'm far from complete.

Coffee Before Work

Lyrics:
Found this verse written on the walls of a cave, from text dated back to the stone cold stone age
Now blind I finally see.
I know the meaning of life.
All you have to do is L-I-V-E. 
Found this verse written on the walls of a cave, from text dated back to the stone cold stone age

There are bright lights on the horizon. This is the final march.
The cavalcade. Your facade. Your only shelter - is in the dark.
Climb upon your horse, you better get moving before the sun sleeps.
You don't want to wake up in the dirt, I've been broken and it hurts
Try walking a mile in another man's shirt.
You'll realize soon I don't have the patience for this. 
I dont know where the heart sits, where to sink the hardest hits.
Just because you can isn't a good reason to sink ships.

Found this verse written on the walls of a cave, from text dated back to the stone cold stone age
Now blind I finally see.
I know the meaning of life.
All you have to do is L-I-V-E. 

"The sound of the tune precipitated in him a sort of ecstasy
and it was with that ecstasy he viewed what happened to him now. It was a mood of intense appreciation, a sense that, 
for once, he was magnificently attuned to life 
and that everything about him was radiating a brightness and a glamour he might never know again."
         -Winter Dreams by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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