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clutterculture – the village pt. 1 & 2 lyrics

part 1

(intro)
how many drinks? (4x)

(verse 1)
mixing my c-cktail and i base it on kant
a pitcher of nietzche and pinch of descarte
a can of albert camus and a slice de condillacs
serve cold, with foucalt and cut it with marx (shug it down, then)
i keep knocking them out of the park
raising the bar, bared in with the art, artist at heart
but the heart keep doc-mentin’ flaws, took it too far
watching tyson bite “de gr-sse” and tyson reach for the stars
i went from ballin’ to marley, to darwin, to dawkins
to hawkins, go all in, i keep on fallin’
into the well of knowledge, they keep on, callin’
for the next installment, on every path i’m walkin’
i always, fall face down in the library hallways
got a caught case between a rock and a hard place, a small sp-ce
to sit down for a some coffe and read
about ignorant empires falling, piece by piece

(chorus)
it takes a village to raise a child
and the mind of a child to keep the village alive
keep me up all night, and read my mind

(stick)
i think you’d read a story ’bout, love and hate
you can learn to love when you learn a conversate
in this village we learn to let go off, all our dreams
when we see that nothing’ even close to what it seems

(verse 2)
i think i sp-ced out in the zone as soon as it was on
i don’t mind, a mind-state where my mind is blown
reading harry potter and the philosophers stone
thinkin’ bout’ who will walk along me in a life alone
when we’re gone, and the world has finally left us behind
on ill-printed papper, where you’ll never be defined
confusion, baby, i think your senses is on the line
confucius, seing’ descarte for the last time the
past times in a pastime paradise, in your mind
behind the cloak, i saw a fair share o’ lies, a pair
of mine, a pair of yours, breaking diamonds into dimes, thin
line, a comparative force that never gave us peace of mind
’cause we strugglin’ between increase and decline
i’ve been standing on my feet but my feet wasn’t mine
the eyes i see through are not my eyes, but it’s clear
i gotta get outta here

(chorus)

(outro)
i think you’d read a story ’bout, love and hate
you can learn to love when you learn to, conversate
cuz’ in this village, i think we did it wrong
since we make our moves but refuse to, move along
i think that lil’ story says, not a thing
i never saw the world that i’m, living in
cuz in this village, i’ll never feel grown
but if i never leave i can never come home. to the village

part 2

(verse 1)
but since i left the village i won’t, be the same
stupidly thought wanderl-st would, ease the pain
i wanted to feel the way that every, song will say
reality schooled me when i met it, ‘long the way
haters gonna hate, great debaters, take the bait
failing was wonderful, cuz we, make the traits

(chorus)
so i can never come back to the village, my child
’cause i know coming back will never comeback in style and i smile

(verse 2)
’cause you’d read bout how i, read a lot
i just had to get to the end to, see the plot
the cream on top, won’t seem to stop, the dream is up
but since i left the village i’ve been, free as f-ck
knowledge is power in these books i’m eating up
the reason for freedom you see when you’ve, seen enough

(chorus)
so i can never go back to the village my child
and the home that you know you will leave in a while
and i smile…

- clutterculture lyrics

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