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cyne - plain english (2003 version) lyrics

[verse 1: cise star]
gravitating towards fast ways of living, got me spending
my time on bullsh+t, never really seeing bigger pictures
close my eyes, in my mind see sunshine
open ‘em up, and i see the opposite outside
i’m so confused. whoever wrote the book on life’s rules
need to go back to school and learn how to write too
it’s not in plain english, so dammit, i can’t read it
i need it to pass, and my glass is empty
here’s a penny for your thoughts. i got a rock for your scissors
you cut my paper, i cut you down ‘cause written
on the page is my past and future, the blueprint
to my heart—handle it wrong, i’ll shoot ya

[verse 2: cise star]
i dangle off the backs of angels, hanging at crooked angles
my life ain’t right, i’m running it with broken ankles
so where should i begin? it’s where the sidewalk ends
i guess it all depends on who i’m gonna call my friend
stay steady and able, standing on broken tables
balancing acts, i relapse to rock the cradle
hover above reason, older with changing seasons
i start my heart just to see my soul bleeding
what am i really feeling? but it’s my feelings i’m k!lling
numb to the world, i spill the wine and take the pearl
sitting on the dock of the bay, watching ships roll
away, i guess i’m going home today
[verse 3: cise star]
the breath of life, breathing in deep, i do it twice
inhale the smell of joy, it be the sin of christ
good to be alive to enjoy the blue skies
ocean waters and green grass, mountains getting taller
feeling nature, drawings, pictures without erasers
i can’t mess up ‘cause i’m inspired by the maker
taking it in, humming the song of the seraphim
it’s me and him, rising the sun into meridian
walking through trials, weight on my shoulder, but i still smile
saying what i feel now, running on the green mile
just a little bit non+militant
so diligent until the people feeling it
i’m born ready, trying to keep my mind steady, drove
my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry, chilling
with my homeboy, sipping whiskey and rye, singing
“this’ll be the day that i die,” and i…

- cyne lyrics

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