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coconut wolf - 6:30 lyrics

verse 1:

salvador with the melting clocks, it’s a paradox
there’s no beginning or end like a celtic cross
suspense springs and cogs turn
i found my error and got a lot to learn
repeating strikes in the cycles of infinity
until son dialed in with the ink and speech
because time waits for no man, so i work towards the prevernal
before death’s hourglass traps me, eternal

a lot of intervals felt hibernal when left alone
while i got paralyzed in the mеtronome
knowing cronos is lyin’ how he eats his sport
and that lеft the philosophy of zeno morphed
because the arrow’s alienated from its target
as it feels farfetched for mars to get in trine with my earth and star set
spell it out, my age was written on my face
ever since i was grandfathered in many moons ago to this date

hook:

time consumes us, it’s time consuming
i find amus+m+nt in the finest muses
consumed by time, it’s a quarter til the eleventh hour calls
life’s a +++++ and i’ll court her ’til the face eats us all
time is money, i’m here to split seconds
so we can play our hands and make it epic
i’m no second hand, you’re only picked if you’re worthy
stop, watch him become timeless
hands down
6:30
verse 2:

some days i feel like i’m running out the clock
another season lost to the equinox
pendulum swinging as i deal with egocentrism
and overall fear of conventionalism
been trying to see it in a new light and bend the prism
but i’m the criminal time frames when the lens is missing
guarding the garden in the winding arbor
looking for the sun again
’cause i go coocoo when the clock strikes midnight
looking for the great pumpkin

misread what the line is
so crop the picture for your propaganda
while they gatekeep and block the answers
with dark and lantern, i excavate the deadbeat escapements
dropping dead weight as steps trace back to where the dead waited
so why would i want to leave an impression
when an impression’s just an impression
where we’re pretending to be the next kings?
there’s no wrong road up the mountain
but i want my cloud drip before i’m grounded

hook:
time consumes us, it’s time consuming
i find amus+m+nt in the finest muses
consumed by time, it’s a quarter til the eleventh hour calls
life’s a +++++ and i’ll court her ’til the face eats us all
time is money, i’m here to split seconds
so we can play our hands and make it epic
i’m no second hand, you’re only picked if you’re worthy
stop, watch him become timeless
hands down
6:30

verse 3:

open season, out to k!ll time with a scope set
no gold watch, but sisyphus been in mud where he roll lecks
passing prometheus, carrying the blue flame
feeling between genesis where we blew flames
and on time with doomsday
but i survived the cold freeze like pinecone trees
to be valued solely off the things i don’t need
a broken clock’s right twice a day, you know me
i can’t tell if i drive slowly or i’m ahead of time zone speeds

hold ups will have you like high noon with your hands hanging in airtime
so i’m going the distance in my spare time
time is cash and you can’t get dime back
so i’m avoiding diamondbacks in this climate
that’s my time stamp
feeling like an atomic bomb, painted on the calm serene
but i’m out to break the curse with no apology
when i autograph the calligraphy on my chronometry

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